Northshore Terrace loomed ahead and I slowed to turn into the subdivision. Kate felt the motion of the car and released my cock from her mouth with a ...wet plop. She looked up, captured my attention with her eyes, and then pointed to the console above the rear-view mirror, on the roof of the car."The first button is the gate, the middle button is the garage door. Take the second street on the right, drive around to the first cul-de-sac, and I'm the house at the end. Number 108,"Without waiting. Otherwise, nothing was wrong with me unless you counted the delicious ache in my thighs or the strange feel of my hairless pussy rubbing against the silk crotch of my panties, reminding me each time I took a step of the things I'd urged Randy to do to me the night before. I'd worn silk instead of cotton panties because I thought they would be more soothing to my inflamed and bruised labia. I was right, the soft silk felt gentle, reminding me of how Randy's tongue had sought entrance there."I. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of. Another inch of me vanished inside her. "Don't stop." I heard her moan in panted breath. I kept going. Another inch. Then another. I just kept pressing without stopping. I slid into her completely with ease. Her eyes were shut but her mouth was gaping. She was used to this, and it was clear that she loved it. I held my self deep inside her for a moment and just took in the sight of it. Her wet hair sticking to her face and shoulders in a wild pattern. Her slim body glistening under my hands..