Happy_Emmanuel

Carie's life could pretty well be summed up as being characterized by the adjectives lonely, sex-deprived, and horny.

Carie had the yearning to be licked in areas that males were completely unaware even existed. Rose was the kind of person who wanted to go out and have a good time, whereas Carie's goal was to have all of her pain sexuated away.

Dave is nothing more than a vivid dream that comes prepared when answering the cries of sex – bodies that are attention-starved and lonely and want to be acknowledged.

Carie's Juice

His lips had located my cute little clit, and he started to play with it by teasing and pulling it with his teeth while nibbling on me.


I yearned to feel his tongue on my mouth at this very moment.


And then I recalled that I was the one in charge, and I lowered myself so that I could feel his tongue go down my silky, sensuous pussy.


While he was fucking me with his lips, I could see my hands holding each other and becoming white.


While he was touching and playing with my clit while he kissed me inside, I let go of one of my own hands and slid it down my body so that I could feel the smooth waxing that he was doing.


As I battled with his tongue to get into me deeply, I realized that I was moving my fingers and itching to fuck myself at the same time.


It was unbelievable because we were able to squeeze in together after I opened up a little bit more in the legs so that it would work.


Out of nowhere, I saw stars, and my whole body burst as I came over his tongue and my fingers, and I could feel my body bucking as it exploded all over him.


I had just finished clinging to the headboard in order to prevent myself from toppling over.


I turned my head and saw that he was still licking me, and I could hear how wet I am. My brain was spinning out of control, and my knees were trembling.


I raised one of his legs so that he could look up and view my freshly waxed, silky, cum-soaked pussy and he did.


I brought myself back to where I had been, covered my modesty, and got off the bed, at which point I could feel the moisture flowing down my legs.


I looked everywhere for my pants, but I couldn't locate them, so I gave up searching and tried to get into my jeans with as little effort as possible.


I was able to see his saliva-drenched mouth, which gave off such a passionate vibe.


He said something about letting him out at this point.


I said to myself, "no because you're a dirty guy," as I gazed at him and his throbbing manhood. I then put my own cum-soaked fingers over his cock and pushed back his foreskin just once. I then paused and looked at him again.


I was then able to locate the handle of the exit, and I made my way out while feeling woozy and immersed in thoughts of sex and must.


As I descended the stairs, I was greeted by one of the females who wanted some of what I had just consumed despite the fact that she was holding her tights in her hands.


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