Freddy guided his dick with his hand, as he deliberately rubbed the head of it back and forth along the front part of my crack, and against my clit
. Freddy stepped into the small bathroom with me, which automatically made me back up even farther. But other than me knowing that the hairy "thing" down between my legs was called a "pussy" (by the way, I learned that term from some of the more vulgar boys at my school), and that my pussy had bled once a month like clockwork ever since I was 11 years old (just for the record, my very first menstrual period scared the crap out of me!--and it also made me a huge fan of tampons), and that the "thing" down between Freddy's legs was called a "dick" or a "penis," and that a guy's normally-flaccid penis could "grow" and become very stiff (I had seen my fair share of unplanned "tent poles" poking out at the front of boys' swimsuit crotches at the swimming pool from time to time), I really didn't know too much more than that about sex
. . So she WAS enjoying it as much as we two men were!
After along exquisite time I ceased to think of football and came over his hand
Freddy guided his dick with his hand, as he deliberately rubbed the head of it back and forth along the front part of my crack, and against my clit
. Freddy stepped into the small bathroom with me, which automatically made me back up even farther. But other than me knowing that the hairy "thing" down between my legs was called a "pussy" (by the way, I learned that term from some of the more vulgar boys at my school), and that my pussy had bled once a month like clockwork ever since I was 11 years old (just for the record, my very first menstrual period scared the crap out of me!--and it also made me a huge fan of tampons), and that the "thing" down between Freddy's legs was called a "dick" or a "penis," and that a guy's normally-flaccid penis could "grow" and become very stiff (I had seen my fair share of unplanned "tent poles" poking out at the front of boys' swimsuit crotches at the swimming pool from time to time), I really didn't know too much more than that about sex
. . So she WAS enjoying it as much as we two men were!
After along exquisite time I ceased to think of football and came over his hand
Freddy guided his dick with his hand, as he deliberately rubbed the head of it back and forth along the front part of my crack, and against my clit
. Freddy stepped into the small bathroom with me, which automatically made me back up even farther. But other than me knowing that the hairy "thing" down between my legs was called a "pussy" (by the way, I learned that term from some of the more vulgar boys at my school), and that my pussy had bled once a month like clockwork ever since I was 11 years old (just for the record, my very first menstrual period scared the crap out of me!--and it also made me a huge fan of tampons), and that the "thing" down between Freddy's legs was called a "dick" or a "penis," and that a guy's normally-flaccid penis could "grow" and become very stiff (I had seen my fair share of unplanned "tent poles" poking out at the front of boys' swimsuit crotches at the swimming pool from time to time), I really didn't know too much more than that about sex
. . So she WAS enjoying it as much as we two men were!
After along exquisite time I ceased to think of football and came over his hand
Duke Beats His Meat