| !! |
|
|
My left hand leaves my breast and slowly travels over my stomach to my fur covered mound. I slip my fingers underneath me, cupping my pussy, pressing up with my fingertips, running them into my hot furrow. I can feel how slippery I'm getting as my middle fingertip, slides easily along my labia. I take a little step with my left foot to the side, opening my legs. A soft tingling starts in my pussy - a delicious electrical sensation. Marilyn pulls at the boxer opening, pulling it away from Johnny's cock in her grasp. She slides his member along the material. A soft, rounded protrusion slips and bends the cloth savagely as she tries to pull it to the opening. The material deflates and Johnny's cock pokes into view. Hard, pointing up towards Marilyn's smiling face in a graceful arc, like a sculpture. Protruding from a nest of curly black hair, Johnny's cock is dark and thick. Little Marilyn's fingers barely fit around the beast, making it look even larger.
My fingers open my pussy as I reach between my legs with my other hand. Water runs down my stomach as I bend forward to look. My labia are pink-red - their lips open like the wings on a butterfly, peeled back against my mons. I touch them lightly with my finger, rubbing them softly against my skin. They're slick with my juices. And it feels so delicious, like someone's hot little tongue licking me, loving me. I rub a slow circle around my lips, then back again, making sure to press up whenever I pass my vagina.