Hardy Weinberg Ap Lab 8

Two in the morning. I drive a dark road full of curves . I only think of the curvature of your body trapped under the mine. Your body foreshortened, making my body twisting loops in the small but comfortable space in the back seat of the car I drive. The car, even with the windows fogged by the breath smells of dust . I'm still hot. I put my right hand between my legs. My pussy is still wet. Your semen still remains in my legs. I lift my skirt and start to stroke. I push a little thong. My finger slides over my clitoris, swollen, I keep asking language. The image of your tongue licking her pussy while you look into my eyes makes me shiver. I have to stop. I need to run.

Stop at the entrance of a village road. All is dark. Silence. Seeking a quiet place. An impasse between industrial buildings. Stop the engine and turn the lights of the car. Hot, excited to the point, echo the seat back and I take my thong. Is soaked. I smell it, eating the smell of your semen . I recall your cock filling my mouth as my fingers play with my clitoris. I lick my lips, almost feeling your glans including hard and turgid ... growing in my mouth, pushed against my palate, sucked, sucked, bitten, when he grabbed my hair and moan almost in silence.

I get a finger pussy, and another ... I close my thighs. My ass is contracted. My vagina is closed, opened, closed to the rhythm of the thrusts of my fingers entering, leaving, while the tightening ... other hand massaging my clitoris in a dance unstoppable. I have heat, I feel my hard nipples , longing bites and saliva, more humid, hotter ... until you reach orgasm, like an electric current that runs through my body making me arch your back and provoke a soft moan ...

still for a moment. Calm. topless in my car in a dark alley. I take my fingers, smeared in your semen and my juices, and take them to my mouth, savoring again your body. Without putting on the thong, I start the car. Return to the curves of the road.