Steamy Confessions
Amandatry being my size amycute amy
I reiterated, smiling.
As if my admission made him all the more feverish, he grabs my thigh signalling he would cum any moment, that I must not stop but I insist to keep going with my feet. I watch the tip of his cock swell between my toes, turning me on all the more, my juices flowing as I watched him as if a second orgasm was on the way.
I blurt another confession, “You know? When Amy told me that you were going to the mountains together, I slipped into my bed, put my hand in my pants and started touching myself, all of the delicate folds and crevices, thinking about you.”