Live free video chat irani
I reached to cup the two pretty, peach-shaped breasts. My tongue teasingly touched the tender pink vaginal opening.
The pretty-pink opening to the pussy-hole was mine to enjoy.
She pulled the shirt from my pants and off my shoulders. She was again astride my legs, but this time she was facing me. Again, our lips touched and our mouths feverishly fought with impassioned fervor. Her voice became a husky whisper, Oh, Uncle Jake, that feels good. I knew that I needed to keep my demanding cock out of my still-maturing nieces pussy. My eyes moved lower to view the feminine glory they sought. Nothing is so irresistible to a man than tender, young feminine flesh. Her freshly-showered pussy-mound had the faint smell of girlie-girl soap mixed with musky-sex.
Her lips still had the lingering sweet-sour taste of dill pickles. This time our lubricated lips met with sweet, wet, shattering passion. I was tongue-fucking her mouth and she was tongue-fucking mine. She unbuttoned it, and then the next and the next button. The sweet, adolescent bud stiffened inside my mouth. Meggie moaned and arched her back thrusting her magnetic mammary mounds tightly against my mouth. At 40, I was too old to be deflowering adolescent virgins. I found the bellybutton and made a tickling, teasing exploration. Meggie moaned softly, and then moaned again louder. Her voice spoke in a husky whisper, Oh God, Uncle Jake that feels nice.
If the boys could see you like Im seeing you, Id have to fight them off with a stick! She twisted around on my lap until she was sitting crossways. I moved up to capture her lips in another passionate slippery-wet kiss. But, this uncle had his sexy young niece lying naked on a table before him. I moved away from her tender, tasty, tantalizing mouth and lips.
I saw her partly-open, oval-shaped mouth and her puffy-pink lips. Her arms reached around my neck and mine went around her back. I didnt know that you could make my tits feel this good. Uncles dont put their cocks into their nave nieces pussies. Meggie had the most beautiful teen-pussy Id seen since my own teenage years.
My hands and fingers frolicked and played, squeezing and teasing each nubile nectarine. I reached behind Meggie and pushed the cookbook aside. My lips sought the crevasses between her thighs and the lips of her pussy. My fingers closed around the pussy-lips and spread them apart. My cock stiffened as my lips closed around this clitoral prize. I knew the pee-hole was too small, yet I tried my best to stimulate pleasure. Have fun chatting with people from all over the world.Free Video chat in which you can do the following things:- Chat for free with all kind of people. I couldnt even tell if the color of her bush matched the color of her tangled-blonde hair. I now desperately needed to reach down and move it to a more comfortable position inside my pants. Finally, I spoke, Meggie, Im sorry I came in like this. Meggie giggled and replied with humor in her voice, I didnt hear you knocking, but even if I had I dont usually answer the door when Im strip-stark-naked like I am now. I recalled a couple of epithets boys sometimes use when watching girls asses. She reached in, and pulled out a jar of dill pickles. It came to my mind that the pickle looked like a long, curved, green-alien cock. My finger moved in lazy circles inside the warm vaginal cavity. My finger became more aggressive in its exploration. I kissed her head, I kissed her cheek, I whispered into her ear, Meggie, sweetheart, Id better stop. That young girl Meggie, my sweet virginal niece, answered hastily, No!
At the first sight of naked feminine flesh, it had awakened. When she turned to face me, it grew fully engorged. They went to see an X-rated one, so they didnt let me go. I said, Well, I shouldnt have come in without somebody answering the door. Her body was indeed well-toned, but her ass had a nice jiggle and shake. I watched as she jiggled her sweet ass across the floor and opened the door to the fridge. Meggie brought the jar back to the table and stood beside me. She opened the jar and pulled out one of the long, fat, green, sour-pickles. With them resting on her belly I buried my face in the silky-soft warmth of her freshly washed blonde curls.
She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap.