He instinctively crouched down nearer to the doors floor vent. Sex She got up from the couch, not covering herself but turning quickly enough that John still couldn’t catch a glimpse of her glorious pussy. He wondered why his orgasm just a few hours ago was weaker than it usually is. “Don’t worry, I do it too.”
She froze, her face blushing instantly. Fuck my pussy good for me,” she would breath in between her yelps. She was obviously rubbing herself on the pillow and though he still couldn’t see her pussy, one of her hands was unseen somewhere under her garmet but I could see her arm moving slowly. She was visibly humping the pillow that she had now moved between her legs under her crotch, still reclined but tense. At first they just stared at each other, soaking in every detail of the beautiful sight before them. He had definitely enjoyed his time with her and he felt lucky to be in a relationship with such a beautiful girl. “Well, I used to, yes. Sometimes they liked to see how aroused they could make each other.
