Karen's rhythmically gyrating hips and inarticulate moans coaxed him onward.Karen's rhythmically gyrating hips and inarticulate moans coaxed him onward. He probed her drenched vagina with one thumb and rubbed her asshole with the other as his tongue variously flicked or rubbed her turgid clitoris. Karen approached orgasm several times, but Drew would change his stimulation to deny her. When she could stand it no more, she squeezed his head playfully between her thighs. Drew increased the tempo of his licking, concentrating on her clit. With pushing and screwing motions, he massaged the roughly textured walls of her cunt with an index finger. Drew synchronized his efforts as Karen's breathing became rapid and shallow. Karen arched her back and came with a tremble, clenching Drew's finger repeatedly with diminishing force. Karen took only an an instant to select a position. She wanted to be ballsy in the upcoming discussions. Being on top would encourage a more active role, a sense of superiority, a feeling of free movement, and a sense of doing whatever she wished. Drew was a real bonus for face-to-face fucking; he would read her face and express, he had beautiful brown eyes, and he could kiss. Best of all, he had the cock discipline for lap fucking. "May I sit in your lap, love?" she asked. Drew sat facing Karen with his legs apart, enthusiasm evident from his smile and throbbing penis. |