"These panties look like they're painted on you," she sighed, running her hand over my ass."These panties look like they're painted on you," she sighed, running her hand over my ass. Feeling her hand back there, I became emboldened, inching back toward the sofa, opening my legs wider in the process, and bending over even further. My back was to her, but my crotch was wide open. Looking back between my legs, I saw Danielle's left hand cup her own crotch and squeeze it tightly just as she moved the fingertips of her right hand between my legs. "OH, yes!" I sighed as I felt the first upward pressure of her hand against my panty crotch, pressing into my puffy cuntal lips. "So soft," she whispered, pressing her middle finger right into the crack, near the entrance to my vagina which was already filling with my love-juices. "Move closer to me, Laurie." I backed up toward the couch, until I felt my calves hit the edge. |