Elsa Jean Gets Woken Up For A Creampie

This was something she had never anticipated, never expected, never hoped for. Don’t make me wait, Andy,” and with that and with one slow thrust he entered her body for the second time that evening, immediately beginning his slow rhythmic trust and withdrawal, thrust and withdrawal. Unthinkingly her hand crept to her crotch and pressed against herself and even through two layers of fabric she felt her instant, erotic response. The guy she’d crushed for six or seven years, the guy who hardly saw her when she was with his sister, the guy who treated her like another sister…was kissing her, something she’d wanted for years. Even at that moment Andy knew that all women would be different, have different wants and needs, but he now knew enough thanks to Sam that he could learn those needs and wants himself. As he carried the drinks into the living room he stole a glance at her figure; fuller than his sisters, curvier, more…voluptuous somehow. She was suddenly aware that the sounds had stopped, that a few quiet words were being exchanged, that two bodies in the other room were