I removed my t-shirt, kapri and underwear and jumped on her. Once again I started kissing her but this time one of my hand was constantly rubbing her ...wet pussy. From that hand I picked another ice-cube and started rubbing that on her pussy. Her moaning increased and she came. Her juices were flowing all over her thighs and my hand. I stood up, pulled her towards the edge of the bed, raised her left leg, positioned my dick on to the sync with her pussy and tried to push it in. She was moaning. “Move your finger in and out slowly”, I told him. As he did so, he realized that my body movements became synchronized to his finger movements. The faster he moved his finger, the faster my body responded. By now, my breathing had become very audible. In fact, I was panting as if I had just completed a long run. He tried to stop and pull his face away from my love mound, but I pushed it right back, so he continued to finger my love hole and lick my clit, doing it harder and faster all the time.. Did he have a pot of gold? Was he any good? Oh my Holy Christ, did you blow off my request to sit on my face only to turn around and give Cindy to a leprechaun?’ For some reason that I have never understood, Tyler has nicknamed my clit Cindy. It’s totally weird and when I asked if he nicknames everyone, he just smiled and said no, without providing any further explanation. It’s been years and I still have no clue what it’s all about. ‘He’s not even Irish, you asshat. And no, I didn’t sit on his. My friends and other people who know of this such as my family think i should be more normal like the rest of my friends, that means no d**gs and not much sex. How can i give sex up when im addicted? its a hobby, its life.It all started with one incident that took place when i was 5. So here what happened. My family hosted a party at our house for people to just come and get to know each other. There were alot of people who showed up. My uncle(1) told me to go into a closed dark room to.