"Feeling funny?"

"Oh, yes, yes," she panted, clinging to him desperately.

He stared at her, studying the girl, then began kissing her hard. His mouth ate into hers. Ohhh, how Emily loved that. She loved feeling his tongue slide back down her throat. And when his fingers started working their way back down under her leg band again, the teen didn't try to pull away. This time she hooked her arms around his back, tracing her fingertips lightly up and down over the back of his neck while moving her thighs from side to side.

She felt more hot sensations ripple through her cunt again and again. No, she wasn't going to fight back those wonderful sensations. Her mother and father evaporated from her mind. At this point, the girl felt as if she were floating with Tad high above the compound, carrying him on her body. Nothing could stop them now. Nothing could keep them from fucking.

"Isn't this the best feeling you ever had?" Tad asked, tearing his mouth away from hers and running his hands along her thighs.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, holding on to him tightly.

"This'll even make you feel better," he said, moving his hands down until the girl felt his fingers reaching between her legs. Ohhh, God, he was cupping her pussy with one hand, pressing down lightly moving his palm back and forth until she felt her pussy mound actually moving, responding to the light pressure. He worked some of the nylon from her briefs into her drooling slot, sopping up the gouts of juice oozing from her slit.

"Ohhhhh!"

Emily moaned, rolling her head from side to side as his fingers worked greedily over her fat cuntlips. She shifted her thighs more urgently over the cot, opening and closing her legs while dancing her ass over the mattress. Ohhh, how tight and dry her throat became.