Her hips came up of their own accord and her thighs slid further apart. She was ready. His scrotum drew tight. She sighed softly when he leaned down a...nd placed a soft kiss on her cleft. She drew a sharp breath when his member reacted to the warmth and loving touch of her hands. He twitched. She had the impression of his maleness swelling even more in her hands. A need overcame her. She almost whimpered, letting his maleness go and pulling him into an embrace. Her intention was absolutely clear. There was no kissing and it was rough. But it was absolutely incredible. I came in about 2 minutes flat, quite literally panting and watching his dick get bigger and bigger. I knew that I wanted to do that again and again and again, I did not have any fear about the consequence of being a very bad duckling in public.After I came, he pulled his dripping hand back and nodded in approval and licked my juices off his fingers. I was instantly ready to have that feeling again but he was having none. I came hard on the end of her cock. Fucking hard. It wasn’t the penetration as such. It was all about who was doing it, and her attitude. I loved how she paused before fucking her cock into me every time. My mind contributed significantly to the pleasurable feelings that were permeating my cunt. It was awesome.“Has anything occurred to you yet?” she asked me.I was panting from my orgasm. I shook my head and replied, “I’m getting fucked.”She laughed and then giggled. “Yes, but this one doesn’t. When we got home I could feel that he wanted to kiss me but I held back, I don’t know why. Probably it was my upbringing, or he being a ‘gringo’, I don’t know, but I just held out my hand even though I really wanted him to kiss me. That night I masturbated picturing him naked and making love to me. I have always been very passionate, I started masturbating when I went to live in Guadalajara with my cousins, but even before that I would rub myself against a falling tree, or a rock or something,.