With a girl, with a guy, it didn’t matter, she wanted it. While she had only ever masturbated twice, she knew that she wanted sex. Sex As she imagined them moaning in her head, she started moaning too. The only times Sophie was like this was when either something incredibely bad had happened, or, something incredibely good had happened. Jenny was your average teenage girl. She went on about how great it felt to have Becky’s tongue in her tight cunt, and how nice Becky’s tasted. “Okay,” Jenny replied. She went on about how great it felt to have Becky’s tongue in her tight cunt, and how nice Becky’s tasted. She also had deep blue eyes, and, beside their musical taste, was really the only thing that the two had in common. This is my first story so any advice or critisicm is welcome. Her mind filled with the thoughts of Becky’s and Sophies’s pretty pink pussys grinded hard. With a girl, with a guy, it didn’t matter, she wanted it. She had slightly long, blonde hair, that ended somewhere between her shoulders and the middle of her back.
