But this was more direct, we were undressing and getting into a shower together. Xnxx.com I stroked gently over her lips with my hand, tracing each bump and curve with my fingers, pressing my palm over her entire vagina. I could feel the butterflies waking up in my gut again. I walked in a daze toward the kitchen and found Jen still sitting at the table, looking through a magazine and drinking coffee. Jen grabbed a bottle of shampoo and handed it to me, “Will you wash my hair?” she asked. Caffeinated. “Haven’t quite got to the point where I would want to swallow that stuff yet!” Jen said, smiling, a bit of cum still dribbling down the side of her mouth.
