This was a long evolutionary stage; he sucked her nipples for some time while she clung to him, gasping. His tongue traced around her mounds, dipped up the ravine between them, circled to the top and flashed across the hot tips.

Dolly was so bob she was glowing.

Duke put his hand on her knee. After a moment, he began to move up her lush thigh, stroking and petting and squeezing. His hand went under her skirt, Her thighs parted.

Duke gasped at this. Usually he had to pry her legs apart to get at her cunt. It took no great effort-they parted easily enough at his slightest pressure-but still, she had opened them of her own accord, this time.

Things looked promising. They felt promising, too.

His hand glided up to her crotch and he cupped her cunt mound. Her panties, were swampy with cunt juice. Her hips shifted, working her crotch against his hand, and he rubbed and stroked and petted her steamy pussy while he continued to suck on her tits.

He slipped his fingers into the leg hole of her panties. Her sodden crack was gaping open and his fingers slid into the juicy slot. He rubbed her clit and felt it explode; he pushed two fingers up her hole and she wriggled on them. He began push pulling in and out with a slow fucking motion, and the girl heaved and arched her back, offering him her tits and her cunt.

Duke grunted with animal pleasure. He began to pull her panties down. Sometimes she objected to this letting blat finger fuck her inside then but wanting them to remain on, as if they were a barrier against losing her virginity, or perhaps, a symbol of that virginity. But now she offered no resistance. She helped him, in fact, hiking her taut ass and hips up sate could drag the panties down. He pulled them from her feet. The crotchband was sodden, he noticed, with satisfactions. Maybe today, just maybe…