Blog Blogger: CAM CRUSH rolled around her nipple, feeling every taut ridge and wrinkle. I dwelt on the slight indentation at the very tip, then sucked gently. I felt the ripple that raced through her belly at that sensation, pinched the rigid flesh between my lips and gently rolled. Another ripple flashed against my stiff cock and Bridget lunged up to drive me deeper. Soft resistance pressed against the head of my cock and I could barely restrain myself. I slipped my hand between us and began massaging her swollen clit. Her cry told me she was riding the wave of another climax. My strokes increased in speed, and Bridget matched the rhythm with thrusts of her hips. Each stroke pushed me deeply inside her and joined us into one body straining for the release we knew would come in an explosion of sensation and wetness. I felt her hands on my back; her nails lightly raked me and excited me even more.
