My Tour Sex

My Tour Sex
His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie began to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to catch the fingers as they passed. She was aching, straining for the contact, but was herself afraid of waking the bed's third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt her wetness creep up the crotch to meet his fingers and he relented. At the top of his next circle he darted under the string which was the waistband of her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly, his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily to make room for him, and Julie's leg stretched over his. He lifted his left leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion.







