"Well... okay then, you... hurry up."
As she said this, Suzan turned her head to one side, tears still in her eyes, her fists clenched tightly, looking very nervous.
I reached out and gently touched her plumpness below, really wondering how amazing it would feel to go inside.
Thinking this, my desire grew even stronger, almost uncontrollable.
But as my touching continued, Suzan could barely hold back at first, but soon she began to let out muffled moans of "mmhm" and "aah," and her sexy body started writhing.
I could clearly feel that she was already wet below, and it kept contracting, really like a purse opening.
It was clear that Suzan was one of the more sensitive types.
"Miss Su, does this feel good?"
I increased the pressure of my kneading as I asked on purpose.
"I... I won't tell you."
Suzan's face was so red it was almost bleeding, biting her lip hard, looking extremely shy.
It wasn't just shyness; I even felt a bit ashamed.
