I lay there a little while curling her hair around my fingers. Perhaps I was a little selfish in that I could feel her carnal ache and yet I could do little but drowse in the aftermath of her assault. She peppered my face with kisses and straddled a leg over my thighs as she rolled me onto my back. Her cunt against my leg like a wet kiss. She rode me a little while, running her hands over my belly and my breasts. I reached down and insinuated my hand between her legs bringing a sweeter pressure to bare than my thigh alone. She lifted a little. A plea for me to continue my hands journey to encase her sex. As my fingers explored the folds of her lips and the equisite shell pink flesh that hid just inside her entrance I could again feel the thirst for her sex well in my throat. .....