Casey 's finger's breadth skimmed across her stomach, delighting in the small letter flinches his tactual sensation was causing, travelling down and ever closer to the top edge of Jess'dungaree. Jess shifted her weight slightly, whether intentionally or not, lifting her ass a touch and allowing Casey 's fingers to slue easily underneath her waist band. A small nonvoluntary groan escaped Casey as he relished the feel of Jess'panties and just as quickly his thoughts registered the plain fact that what she was wearing was of such piddling meat that even with his finger's breadth on top of them, he would get a unspoilt spirit of her pussycat.

Even now shifting his fingers along the seam of the pantie identified them as nothing more than a few strands of pliant and a small Triangle of lace mesh - a very tiny g-string at best. Which meant that the beautiful jut of ass Casey was admiring was separated only by the dungaree of her crocked jeans.

Jess felt Casey 's fingerbreadth trace the bed of her G-string. G-strings were not a special occasion for her, but Casey 's finger's breadth exploring her panty certainly was. She knew with sure thing that should she let him keep exploring that he would find the lace mesh dampness, moist with the wetness his gentle touches were causing.

Casey was watching Jess'nerve as his fingers continued to explore. Her eyes closed, her ventilation measured but only through effort, her lips pursed slightly. Giving an boilersuit perception of intense compactness. He had waited calendar month to get near her and now here he was, one bridge player in her panties and the other covertly readjusting his own drawers where his cock was beginning to strain against the framework. Even if this were as far as she was going to let him get he just knew that the persuasion of lace meshwork would immediately get him hard all over again.

How long had it been since Casey 's fingers had crept under her jeans, thought Jess. Frankly, she had nothing to do today so it was n't as if keeping cut of clock time was a priority. What was a antecedence was working out whether or not to advance him further or recount him to forget. Finding Casey physically attractive had never been an way out, and Jess'torso was making this special side of the debate abundantly clear for her. She could sense the heating from her body rising with each passing secondment. It was rather that Casey had always been such an arrogant type that irked her, that curl to his lip that hinted at some kind of infuriating rudimentary superiority complex maybe ? Or maybe he was just an ass. Right now though it seemed to a lesser extent of issue but she had learned to trust her gut and she had been turning him down for for a while now.

His touch felt so good though ... and the bulge in his shorts had n't gone unnoticed. 'Fuck it ,'pushing the niggling doubts out of her nous Jess instead allowed her creative thinker and physical structure 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 jeans and found the billet where she had soaked her step-in. Casey inhaled a short, astute breathing time as Jess made an involuntary moan as his hand cupped her now very wet pussy. 'You want it, do n't you ?'rasped Casey 's part.

He waited for a answer. To his pleasure it came in the form of Jess tilting her hips ever so lots, pushing into his touch. Casey deftly moved the now soaked lace aside. He could find her snatch in detail now, pert vulva, shaven, the small delicate mountain of her clit and the wetness of her lips. He ran one finger down over her clitoris, and then further, gently parting her lips. In no prison term his fingers were glib with her wetness. He sunk two fingers easily into her wet snatch, eliciting a moan from Jess. Knuckle deep he made small movements inside of her, wiggling his two fingers this way and that, gently stroking, then gently stretching. Jess had her eyes closed and was panting slightly in musical rhythm with his ghost.

Casey was tilt hard now. Jess'wetness had him well and truly turned on and now he was dire to have more. With his free bridge player he wiggled Jess'jean and g-string down over her ass. Not long after both garments lay discarded on the story but Casey 's attention was firmly on the magnificent sight of Jess'soaked pussy.

Now, with much keen accession Casey removed his finger's breadth from Jess'pussycat, she whimpered slightly in protest 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 full insight. He then removed his fingers slowly, rotating his contact 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 kitty building towards climax. And each thrust Casey landed was becoming firmer, pounding her pussy, bouncing off her clit. She began to mouth `` I 'm cumming.. `` only to orgasm before she could discharge the conviction and instead it morphing into a strangled cry of pleasance. 'Ohhhh .'

Jess 's climax was it for Casey. His rooster needed this adult female. His finger's breadth were drenched in her juice, his cock dripping its own wetness. He waited for Jess to recuperate from her orgasm before pulling his long, unassailable cock from his short pants. `` I need to do it you. '' he said.

Jess looked sheepish, explaining that she did n't think she her cunt could stand another buffeting quite so soon. A objection began to build on Casey 's clapper but it was silenced as he watched her roll onto her stomach, her plastered ass offered to his hard, dripping tool. `` Take my ass, Casey. ''

Not needing to be told twice, Casey took to work on that tight ass. Taking both hands he spread her ass cheeks, lowered his aspect to her entrance and began to bat teasingly - circling her slowly. `` Ohhh, yes, Casey, yes, yes, please. '' she moaned. Drenching a finger's breadth in lube Casey began to bury his fingerbreadth in her cockeyed back muddle, in, out, in, again with band, encouraging her ass to give up some of its tight intensiveness, until he could sink two fingers into her, eliciting a squawk of pleasure mixed with pain in the neck. Working his way deeper until, just like her pussy, he was up to his knuckles in her.

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

'' more, more ... umm yeah, recondite, Casey, deeper, '' almost indecipherable, caught between Jess'gasps of pleasure, as column inch by inch he went deeper. He could find himself on the edge now. So close to exploding, her ass holding his cock so tightly.

As his cock reached its ultimate depth in her ass and his balls slapped against her tight butt, Casey sunk his weightiness down against her, reaching his finger around to discover her soaking pussy. Finding the soft nub of her clit he began simultaneously stroking as he rocked his rooster back and forth inside her.

Jessica 's kitty-cat exploded, squirting her sweet cum over his fingers, the orgasm taking Casey over the edge, too. Jess'screams of pleasure combined with his own guttural oink of firing as his came hard in her convulsing ass .