Marathon Sex Session

The nails trace my shaved pussy lips, cutting through the lines of pussy juice that had overflowed in the car.

His second hand traced the same path, touching with fingers instead of nails and my body was calmed as his warmth flooded me and replaced the cold that his nails had left.

As his fingers left my face and traced my neckline, I could feel then softly tighten against my throat, and I arched my back in response to the soft strength that he demonstrated with only his fingers.

After they had left my neck, they lingered at my rock hard nipples. I let out a moan...