Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my thumb over her face, trying to wipe my wads off.
Indeed, time seemed to stand still for at least the middle part of it.
Amy slid down my body, kissing down my chest along the way.
She went down to kiss from his neck to his ear, while I leaned in over her.
Her mother, Jerri Chastain, is a vegan chef whose family is originally from Kansas, and her stepfather is a fireman.
But I was still merely swollen as Amy settled between my legs, her head hovering over my erect cock.