Nothing, but she grabs my hand . . .

Kimberly takes one of my hands and guides it down under the waistband of her boyshorts, laying it along her perfectly-shaved, baby-soft slit. “Please,” she whispers. She turns her head and kisses me hungrily. Her tongue slips into my mouth, stroking my lips and questing tentatively for my tongue.

I palm Kimberly’s tit, squeezing its softness and diddling its hard peak with a finger, then reach across to give the other one the same treatment. She moans into my mouth and quivers in my arms as I fondle her boobs and flick their tips. I cup her sex and rub gently, feeling her moisture flooding my palm and coating her smooth skin. Kimberly purrs deep in her throat when I spread her flower wide to play with her slick, hot petals. My fingertip brushes her clit and she jerks, driving her ass hard into my groin. “Ohhhhhh, Andrew,” she moans dreamily.

“You’re so sexy,” I murmur in her ear. “You’re so responsive to my touch—your body is so hungry for me . . . Do you want to feel how sexy you are, baby?”

“Yes—yes—yes—please . . .” Kimberly responds breathlessly. Time to make her scream, I think. I pull her nipple gently, rolling and twisting it in my fingers; I press down on her clit and start rubbing it in circles. She grinds her ass into my boner, lays her head back on my shoulder, and gives a soft, bird-like cry as her body explodes into orgasm. I hold her tightly as she spasms ecstatically and shakes in my arms.