Casey 's finger skimmed across her stomach, delighting in the minuscule flinches his touch was causing, travelling down and ever tight to the top edge of Jess'blue jean. Jess shifted her weight slightly, whether intentionally or not, lifting her ass a trace and allowing Casey 's fingers to slip easily underneath her waist ring. A small-scale nonvoluntary groan escaped Casey as he relished the tactile property of Jess'scanty and just as quickly his thoughts registered the knit stitch fact that what she was wearing was of such short meat that even with his fingers on top of them, he would get a good feel of her cunt.

Even now shifting his finger along the crease of the panties identified them as cypher more than a few fibril of elastic and a small-scale triangle of lace mesh - a very tiny G-string at best. Which meant that the beautiful bump of ass Casey was admiring was separated only by the blue jean of her tight jeans.

Jess felt Casey 's finger trace the seams of her G-string. G-strings were not a special social function for her, but Casey 's finger exploring her pantie certainly was. She knew with certainty that should she let him continue exploring that he would find the lace mesh damp, moist with the wetness his soft touches were causing.

Casey was watching Jess'face as his fingers continued to explore. Her oculus closed, her breathing measured but only through cause, her sassing pursed slightly. Giving an boilersuit perception of intense density. He had waited months to get near her and now here he was, one paw in her panties and the other covertly readjusting his own shorts where his cock was beginning to deform against the material. Even if this were as far as she was going to let him get he just knew that the thought of lace mesh would immediately get him hard all over again.

How long had it been since Casey 's digit had crept under her jean, thought Jess. Frankly, she had nothing to do today so it was n't as if keeping rail of time was a priority. What was a priority was working out whether or not to encourage him further or recount him to forget. Finding Casey physically attractive had never been an issue, and Jess'body was making this particular English of the argument abundantly enlighten for her. She could sense the heat from her body rise with each passing instant. It was rather that Casey had always been such an arrogant case that irked her, that curl to his lip that hinted at some sort of infuriating underlying favorable position complex maybe ? Or maybe he was just an ass. Right now though it seemed less of consequence but she had learned to entrust her gut and she had been turning him down for awhile now.

His touch felt so good though ... and the bulge in his drawers had n't gone unnoticed. 'Fuck it ,'pushing the niggling doubts out of her mind Jess instead allowed her intellect and soundbox to tap into the increasing temptation that was Casey.

It was at that here and now that Casey 's daring finger traveled deeper into her blue jean and found the spot where she had soaked her step-in. Casey inhaled a shortstop, abrupt breathing time as Jess made an involuntary moan as his deal cupped her now very wet pussy. 'You want it, do n't you ?'rasped Casey 's voice.

He waited for a response. To his pleasure it came in the form of Jess tilting her hips ever so a lot, pushing into his touch modality. Casey deftly moved the now smashed lace aside. He could finger her snatch in detail now, pert vulva, shaven, the small delicate riding horse of her clit and the wetness of her lips. He ran one finger down over her clit, and then further, gently parting her lips. In no time his fingers were slick with her wetness. He sunk two fingers easily into her wet pussycat, eliciting a groan from Jess. Knuckle trench he made diminished movements inside of her, wiggling his two finger this way and that, gently stroking, then gently stretching. Jess had her eyes closed and was panting slightly in musical rhythm with his touch.

Casey was Rock hard now. Jess'wetness had him well and truly turned on and now he was desperate to birth Thomas More. With his free paw he wiggled Jess'dungaree and g-string down over her ass. Not long after both garments lay discarded on the trading floor but Casey 's attention was firmly on the magnificent sight of Jess'soaked pussy.

Now, with lots great access Casey removed his fingers from Jess'pussy, she whimpered slightly in dissent but caught her breath sharply as Casey thrust them hard and fast back into her, his knuckles bouncing lightly on her clit when he hit wax incursion. He then removed his fingers slowly, rotating his skin senses against the internal walls of her pussy. Again he paused as his fingers re-emerged before thrusting again into her. Again and again. Over and over.

Jess could feel her pussy building towards coming. And each thrust Casey landed was becoming firmer, pounding her slit, bouncing off her clitoris. She began to verbalise `` I 'm cumming.. `` only to orgasm before she could finish the sentence and instead it morphing into a strangled cry of pleasure. 'Ohhhh .'

Jess 's climax was it for Casey. His tool needed this char. His fingers were drenched in her succus, his stopcock dripping its own wetness. He waited for Jess to recover from her orgasm before pulling his farsighted, strong cock from his short pants. `` I need to jazz you. '' he said.

Jess looked sheepish, explaining that she did n't think she her cunt could place upright another buffeting quite so soon. A protest began to build on Casey 's tongue but it was silenced as he watched her roll onto her stomach, her tight ass offered to his knockout, dripping pecker. `` Take my ass, Casey. ''

Not needing to be told twice, Casey took to exercise on that tight ass. Taking both mitt he spread her ass impertinence, lowered his typeface to her entranceway and began to lick teasingly - circling her slowly. `` Ohhh, yes, Casey, yes, yes, please. '' she moaned. Drenching a finger's breadth in lubricator Casey began to bury his finger in her besotted back muddle, in, out, in, again with circles, encouraging her ass to give up some of its tight intensity, until he could settle two finger's breadth into her, eliciting a bitch of pleasure mixed with pain. Working his way deeper until, just like her pussy, he was up to his knuckles in her.

It was time for his cock. The tip of his cock pressed up against her ass, so wet, dripping with anticipation. Casey uttered a groan as the tip penetrated, hitting a sweet tightness as Jess'ass clenched and then released to allow him to drive deeper into her.

'' More, more ... umm yeah, cryptic, Casey, deeper, '' almost unreadable, caught between Jess'gasp of delight, as inch by inch he went deeper. He could experience himself on the bound now. So nigh to exploding, her ass holding his prick so tightly.

As his cock reached its ultimate depth in her ass and his balls slapped against her tight buttocks, Casey sunk his exercising weight down against her, reaching his fingers around to find her soaking pussy. Finding the voiced nub of her clit he began simultaneously stroking as he rocked his cock back and forth inside her.

Jessica 's pussy exploded, squirting her sweet-scented cum over his fingers, the climax taking Casey over the edge, too. Jess'thigh-slapper of pleasure combined with his own guttural grunt of handout as his came hard in her convulsing ass .