I pressed my hand against my almost-hairless pubic lips, brushing against my tiny clit, and let out a small gasp.I pressed my hand against my almost-hairless pubic lips, brushing against my tiny clit, and let out a small gasp. For me, that first touch is my second favourite part of masturbation. As I rubbed up and down my lips gently, loving the feelings I was getting, Keersha licked his lips, and started to move his head down. I lifted my head up, and distractedly moaned, "No, Keersha - absolutely no licking my cunny! At least not until I go through the Gate." He pouted, his bottom lip extending cutely, then moved his head back. Soon enough, I was wet, and was moaning wildly, my fingers slipping all over my crotch. I was in the middle of nowhere - I didn't care how much noise I made. I felt that warmth that portended an orgasm expand inside me, and I closed my eyes, my hand rubbing faster and faster. I must come - I had an audience. Trying to hurry myself, I entered a few fingers into my now moist cunny, moving them rapidly in and out of myself as I flicked my clit with my thumb. A slight tugging at a developing breast surprised me, and I opened my eyes to see Keersha sucking and tonguing away at a petite pink nipple. |