How turned on are you, Miss Beverly Hills?" "I'm Alyssa," she said.How turned on are you, Miss Beverly Hills?" "I'm Alyssa," she said. "And I want to be your groupie tonight." She threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against me, and kissed me vigorously, her tongue tunneling between my lips. I held her compact frame against me and tasted her delicious kiss as she tasted me back. She rubbed her abdomen and crotch hard against my cock, which was throbbing to get out of my pants and into this tight young starlet. We disengaged, then holding hands we hurried back to a hedge, adjoining the tennis courts. I got on my knees and crawled behind it, and dragged her with me. Alyssa tripped on the roots and fell on me. We started making out like teenagers. I quickly pulled off her dress and bra, and she removed my clothes. Hot and heavy, we petted for a while. Her panties were still on, and my cock kept throbbing and rubbing against them. As long as I could rub her smooth, fleshy tits and her stiffening nipples, though, I didn't care. There would be plenty of time to slip into her hot box later. I moved one hand beneath her panties, and began to rub around her pussy opening, as she moaned and kissed me harder. I slipped a finger inside her cunt. It was starting to get wet but it was still too tight to slide my cock into it, so I started to rub her in a circle, rubbing around her clitoris and labia. I licked her ears, then moved down to her neck and her chest. I bathed her taut, delicious breasts liberally with my tongue, then went further down. |