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Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver. If Brandon noticed he didn’t respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow things to progress in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what bbw she could help him discover. Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to keep her back from arching as he slid it up to cumshot her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs. Brandon’s finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn’t give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him Brunette push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon’s inexpert ministrations were big driving her wild with need. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body fetish he started applying more vigour to her clit, making faster circles. Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon’s stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated. “B, what’s wrong? Come back, please?” She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him realise that it wasn’t over yet. “B, come here. I’ll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please?” she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him – considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn’t hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his mouth as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. They had told him every detail of Chucks visit and Grant was quite pleased. Tasha hummed with appreciation as her crotch swallowed every inch of his member. The size of it had her let out a dainty gasp, her voice full of soft surprise, even as her fingers reached out to touch the rim. The two men were holding their implements in a coiled state, but when they bring them into my view the objects are already unravelling away from the handle and towards me. They comprise a long plaited leather strap forms a strip twelve flexible feet long, attached to a handle contoured for fitting a man’s grip. She sealed her lips, unwilling to speak the truth. Or flagpole sitter. The material was see-through except for the breasts which were covered by an opaque lacy fabric. "You bbw girls are silly" he turned and left. he saw his hands shuddered with pleasure as I began to caress Abbie's medium sized breasts thru her dress and moved the hands to the side and lifted her head and shoulders unzipping the back of her dress and slid it fetish down to her big waist; taking time cumshot to squeezed massage and fondle the breast through her bra and snap several photos of her chest. 'Enough' she asked when her body was totally glued to his. You wouldn’t think, Adam of all people…” Megan trailed off. She definitely liked the show me and my man were giving her Brunette so she just watched us like she was recording everything in her head. Lara was turning to head into the resort when a scooter pulled up. I saw my father lick his lips several times, which gave me an idea.