But they didn’t. After what felt like mere seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes, Ronnie moved, bringing his hand to replace that golden tongue on my clitoris. Sex video I assumed he returned to his parents’ house, or one of his friends’ houses. I didn’t think I could feel any better than when his tongue was on my clitoris, but I was wrong, his thumb, with its strength and speed felt better. the pain of the scratches hurt in a good-hurt kinda way, and the heat from that hurt brought that warm, powerful feeling up higher and higher in me, until my legs, suddenly went straight, stretching out atop Ronnie’s strong shoulders, and I grabbed his hair roughly, and threw my head back, and I made a yelping kinda sound that I’m sure woke some of the house, but in the dark, I didn’t think anyone would know what was going on.
