fake webcam recorder John’s heart leapt.
“Kel,” he said with a dry throat, “I have never yet.”
“I, too,” the girl responded with a crimson whisper and again pulled him to the car: “Let’s go.”
I want this.

Holding hands and stumbling over the habit, they got to the car.
John opened the back door, waited for Kelly to climb into the car, and climbed himself.
Inside, no longer hiding their feelings, they again fell to each other in the now greedy, frantic kiss.
John’s fingers undid the straps of her jumpsuit, Kelly pulled her shoulders out of her clothes, pulled off her T-shirt with one jerk, and threw them into the front seat.
The guy, taking a deep breath, touched his lips to the little nipple.
The girl pressed his head harder to her chest, groaning: “yes, yes.
sweet.
sweet.
good my love
“Her fingers frantically fingered his hair, stroking his back, tangling and interfering with each other, unbuttoning his shirt.
And John hugged his tender nipple with his lips and timidly caressed him with his tongue, sucking from time to time.

Rough palms gently stroked the seductively whitening on the black, worn background of the sitting girl’s sides, thighs, held on the leg to the knee and back.
Keeping her panties on, Kelly slightly spread her legs, as far as the tightness of space allowed, and John began to caress the inner side of her hips, moving closer and closer to the cherished place.
The girl squirmed, trying with all her strength to touch such shy fingers with her lower lips as soon as possible, but each time the guy at the last moment pulled her hand away from her bosom, as if fearing to cause some kind of embarrassing or rude pain. fake webcam recorder
He knew that pain could not be avoided anyway, and he wanted to delay this moment, despite the fact that his flesh not only demanded, but almost knocked her fist from the inside.
In the movements of the girl, in her caresses and kisses, impatience began to appear.
Yielding to her, the guy finally touched the wet crotch with his fingers.

Kelly immediately leaned forward and covered them with her palm.
The guy had no choice but to stroke the outer lips.
The girl’s breathing was interrupted.
“Go ahead, Johnny.
bolder, don’t be afraid, ”she whispered to him between short sighs.
Both were suffocating, both lacked air.
Kelly began to help John a little.
guiding his hand.
Finally, one of his fingers slipped into the wet girl’s hole, while the second felt a clitoris and began to massage it.
The girl moaned deeply, burying the guy in the shoulder, and impatiently pushing her hips more strongly.
With her free hand, she finally reached his cock and released him from his jeans.
John literally burned this touch, and he barely restrained himself, so as not to pour directly on her palm.
Fighting temptation, he pulled back slightly.
Both were breathing heavily and looking at each other with insane eyes.
– Kel.
wait.
– croaked the guy.
The girl’s dark, bottomless eyes tightened into themselves, prayed, shouted, and screamed more eloquently than all the words.

Her fingers impatiently dug into his shoulders, a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead and near the sinuses.
– I.
now.
– also intermittently said John.
Kelly looked at him with a slight bewilderment, but almost immediately an embarrassed, understanding smile slid across her face.
No longer passionately and impatiently, but gently she drew the guy to her and began to kiss him, caressing his hair.
The fingers of the second hand gently touched the rearing member, as if taming to themselves, and began to stroke it, slightly pulling off the skin, caressing the head and the flesh that was stripped out from under the skin.
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