I straddled him on the bench, kneeling around him, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my tiny breasts in his face, and humping him slowly down below, rubbing my bald, dripping vulva along the length of his fly. Xxnx Because I’m the age I am, he can’t initiate anything. I could feel his cock through the material of his pants. I had planned everything; imagined every step. Calmly. First communion. And you had to have known that before you came in here today. I . I have to do that, and I will”. Assuredly. We both want it. “Beautiful”, I finished his sentence for him, before putting my tongue back in his mouth and beginning a slow rocking motion with my hips, his limp cock still buried in me.
