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That was fine, compliant she could manage. Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver. If Brandon noticed he didn’t respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow things to progress in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover. Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to keep her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingers between her outer and inner lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her core. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely transfixed by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front of his boxer-briefs. Brandon’s finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn’t give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening more easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his fingers out then using them to spread her lips and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been days since her last orgasm and she had been fucked several times since then, so Brandon’s inexpert ministrations were driving her wild with need. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically rise up to his hand seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free hand and started to massage her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on Hardcore the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her body he started applying more vigour to her clit, making faster circles. Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon’s stiff cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterflies. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, confused, but most of all frustrated. “B, what’s wrong? Come back, please?” She raised her arms, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was embarrassment, shame. She looked down at his briefs indian and saw the unmistakable dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. amateur The poor guy must have been on the brink himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to catch his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him realise that it wasn’t over yet. “B, come here. I’ll do whatever you want. Just come here. Please?” she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him – considering the sexually frustrated state he had her in it wasn’t hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his mouth as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sticky underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his mouth and kissed her way down her torso to come face to face with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to contend with, with a sheen of semen coating his shaft and balls. Well that was just fine, and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her. uh . . . His probing finger found her tight amateur little opening and inserted its tip into her virgin pussy. She wondered how she could get him to delete that. 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