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I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and the quick glimpse told me it was Donald. I knew he was watching, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if he had anything to do with Nick stopping by.
When I didn't respond to Nick's question, I felt his fingers move to deftly undo the buttons at the front of my shirt. When my breasts where bared, his hands quickly resumed their kneading and fondling. I felt a sudden jolt of pleasure run through my body as he began to gently roll my nipples between his fingers and thumb. Nick pulled his head back slightly to look deep into my eyes.
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I wanted to tell him to stop the teen bookbang creampie, but instead, my
body moved of its own accord, arching into his touch
demanding more. Nick didn't wait for any further
encouragement. He moved his hands so his thumbs hooked in the
elastic of my shorts and in a quick motion, slid my
panties and shorts down my legs until they pooled at my
ankles. As he stood to straighten, Nick stopped to run
his tongue along my pussy, then stood to look me in
the eyes again.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy after the teen bookbang creampie too, Chanel?" Nick asked, keeping his voice to a whisper. When I didn't respond, he went on. "I know I want to feel that mouth and pussy of yours around my cock before the teen bookbang creampie."
All my responses were silent as I reached in back to grip the edge of the counter. I didn't say a word, yet my movements and body were speaking volumes to Nick, and he read it all.