Allison – A Flower Blooms. Part 16.
I could feel my jeans leg getting wet and sticky as my cockhead drooled, helped no doubt from some leakage from her tight cunt, having a silent chuckle to myself that Chloe, as yet, hadn’t realised that her shorts were still on the dash rather than covering her flushed twat. I continued praising her driving skills, my hands ever so softly sliding up and down her flanks… drifting lower, they were caressing her thighs, the thumbs diverting to stroke along her thigh/stomach crease. Even though I could feel little tremors rippling through her, I doubted she had registered that my thumbs were reaching no more than two inches from the swell of her mons… I reckoned they were caused by the pressure of my cock on her cunt. A particularly strong spasm of my aching …