Kerry's body trembled as I rubbed the thick, swollen head of my dick against her pussy. Her pussy was begging to take my cock, and pussy leaked and started dripping to her thighs, her folds were swollen and swept away with need.
Every time my fingers brush her, the wet, vulgar voice fills the hut, the kind of sounds that hit my dick with expectation.
"Aaaaah..... hmm.. Dexter..." Her voice was a breathy, broken moan, her body tensing as the head of my cock pushed against her tight entrance. "It's so thick....."
I didn't hurry. Instead, I allowed her to feel, stretch, burn, as her body protested, because her pussy cheated her, her walls wandered on the tip of my dick as if they were trying to pull me deeply.
My fingers discovered the smart, swollen lips of her pussy, gathered her tension and spread it around her entrance, and made sure she was soaked, making sure she could take every empty of empty.
