Harold’s sweat dripped onto Amy’s face and she smiled at him as she wiped his head. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into a sitting position as he straightened himself up.
He gazed into her eyes and caressed the side of her face with his hand. What am I supposed to be doing? She’d been staring so intently into his eyes that she didn’t realize his cock was hard and pointed at her face. She frowned slightly, that’s interesting. Am I supposed to do something to it? She looked into his eyes again. He leaned forward and kissed her. She lowered her eyes and looked directly in front of her. I don’t know what to do with it. He licked and sucked my lips and clit. Am I supposed to suck that? She had never even held a rock before, let alone do anything else with one. He made me feel so good. I want to make him feel good, too. She tentatively wrapped one of her hands around his rock. This is so hard. WOW! She began moving her hand back and forth along his shaft. His moans gave her confidence. She opened her mouth and took him inside until she felt him at the back of her throat. She closed her mouth around him and moved backward toward his tip. His breath quickened. I guess I’m doing it right. She held his base, holding it straight, as she took him in her mouth again. She no longer let all of him out of her mouth, she moved along his length, relaxing her jaw while moving toward his shaft, and tightening to suck as she moved back toward the tip. His hands rested on her shoulders as he tilted his chin to the ceiling.
Amy continued what she was doing. She actually liked it because she could tell it made him feel good. She picked up her pace, taking Harold further into her mouth. She felt her vaginal muscles jump at the feeling of his tip sliding down the back of her throat. So, that’s what the curve is for, sliding down my throat! She realized she was moaning as he was when he was eating her pussy. Wow, this is nice! She only removed him from her mouth for a few moments when she needed to swallow her spit. When he wasn’t in her mouth, her tongue licked his balls. She realized that when she kept his rock deep within her mouth she didn’t need to hold it at the base. She moved her hand down to his balls. He inhaled sharply as she fondled him while his rock was sliding in and out of her throat. “Oh, my God,” he said as he pulled himself quickly out of her mouth, causing her to jerk backward. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt it? Him? She was answered by his kisses and him saying, “I want you. I want you so bad.” His breath was hot against her neck. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as she slid backward onto the bed. He maneuvered himself on top of her, leaning over to one side. He touched her breasts before resting a hand on her mound.
Harold slipped a finger into Amy’s slit, then two. Her back curved upward and she placed a hand on the side of his face. He’s touching me down there. Should I be touching him down there? She moved her hand down his neck, his chest. She turned her hand so that her fingers would reach his thighs rather than her palm. She wrapped her hand around his member. As he slid his fingers in and out of her, she matched his movements by stroking up and down. He stopped kissing her, removed his fingers from inside of her, and looked intently into her eyes. Not knowing what to think, she looked back at him. She smiled at him. He kept looking at her.
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