
Eat My Creampie
But then, one very warm day, as we were driving off on one of our statewide adventures, things went a little wilder, and BOTH of us were obviously partcipating: She was dressed in one of her silk skirts again, with ivory white lace things underneath. They don't hide much in the front, being very happy to slide in between those heavenly lips. She was hot and sleepy, so she let her seat back a ways, and put her heels up on the dash. The air was blowing through the vent, moving her skirt around, slowly exposing more and more leg that said: "Eat my creampie!", and it was imposible not to notice, and even more imposible to not let my mind dwell on what lay underneath that skirt, just inches away from my hungry eyes and greedy hands. Well, I didn't resist. Just a few minutes found me running my hands down her freshly shaven silky smooth legs, pushing her skirt up little by little, closer and closer to exposing her. When her dainty little lace panties came into view, and the little tufts of her sparce hair, and just a peek of her pussy lips, I through subtlety to the winds. I slid my hand between her legs, and pressed a little to open them further, so I could see and feel better. She didn't resist me.... I started getting braver and bolder working my finger down and along her pussy telling: "Eat my creampie!", underneath her panties, to touch her warm moist cleft, and finally to my lips to wet my fingers and insert them in between her pussy lips, and treat both of us. Me loving being able to play with her pussy, period, let alone in broad daylight, and her moving her hips slightly, opening her legs more and more to let me have better and better access to her hungry ravenous little pussy that told me: "Eat my creampie!" © 2006-2007 www.creampieeat.net. All rights reserved. |
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