Maria wasn't quite sure what Heather meant by that.Maria wasn't quite sure what Heather meant by that. She saw Heather had a glass in her hands, but couldn't see what was in it. Heather put it to her mouth as if to drink. Maria could hear the tinkling sound of ice. Heather walked to the foot of the bed, and knelt upon it. Dropping the glass to the carpeted floor, she stretched out flat on her stomach and squirmed upward until her face was inches from Maria's vagina. Maria still wasn't sure what the girl was up to. It looked as if Heather had something in her mouth, but Maria couldn't tell for sure. Heather's hands felt cold. But soon their activities at Maria's vagina had her feeling quite warm. Heather gently inserted two fingers deep in Maria. The thumb and forefinger of her other hand massaged and stroked Maria's clitoris until it fully emerged from under its hood and stood rigid. "Oh my, this little sucker is almost a small cock, all by itself," Heather mumbled. Soon Maria was twisting and turning in response to Heather's ministrations. "Please, I need your mouth, darling. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me," Maria begged. |