Her juices rapidly coat my long penetrating rod as it enters her love canal more with each stroke. Xxx I’m standing on them; ” You don’t need your clothes. Betsy pleads with her eyes. Soon both my sweater and shirt lays crumpled on the floor as she runs her hands all over my naked torso, distracting me completely. I allow my thumb to massage the hooded clit and the combination brings Betsy to her first orgasm. I merely sit allowing Betsy to do all the pleasure fulfilling moves. As she continues to thrash about, I give her a subtle thrust which increases the writhing woman pleasure. Then her hands slide in under my pants and my distraction moves onto heights unknown. Her white blouse is soaked as she is dragged against my sweating chest.
