A sleepover with Marumi sounds hot!

"A sleepover sounds hot," you say. Your jealousy from earlier is forgotten.

You just want to get petite Marumi home and unwrap her as an anniversary present to be shared between you and your husband. She eagerly kisses you, laughing as you fall with her into the backseat of the car. You hardly stop kissing the whole ride home. Brad watches in the rear view mirror as you and Marumi sloppily kiss one another, your tongues dueling in the open. As you make out with her, Marumi slides her hand down the front of your leggings and massages your mound through your panties, her fingers tracing your slit and making you squirm on the seat beside her.

"You're wet already," she breathes into your kiss.

"I've been wet for hours," you answer, pushing her back onto the seat and pressing your body against hers. You raise your ass in the air so you can get your hand beneath you and reach under Marumi's tiny schoolgirl skirt. Her cotton panties are soaked. You press your fingers into the warm wetness soaking through the fabric and she gasps in a high-pitched voice. You dip your fingers beneath the fabric and into her simmering slit. Marumi's honey coats your fingers, spilling onto her thigh as you withdraw them from her wet pussy. You bring the finger to her lips and press them into her mouth. As you do, you lean your mouth to hers, thrusting your tongue between the two honey-coated fingers and sharing the tangy-sweet taste of her pussy with her.

"I want to taste you," says Marumi.

"We're almost there," interjects Brad.

You trip over each other getting into the house. You've always thought Marumi was cute, but now, drunk on Mojitos and teased to the brink of insanity from dancing and fooling around in the car, you must have her. She chases you into the bedroom. Laughing, you fall onto the bed together in a tangle of legs. Marumi's hands are hot beneath your blouse, squeezing your breasts as she slides atop you, her thigh against your mound, her tongue darting between your lips. You let her lift your blouse over your head and expose your breasts. She presses them together, looking at your with a mischievous gleam in her big, brown eyes as she flicks her tongue against your straining nipples. Her lips press into your tender titflesh and the suction pulls at your sensitive nipple.

"Oh, yeah baby," you moan. "Suck me."

Your breast lifts, bulging into the warmth of her mouth, held by suction.

She releases your flesh with a wet pop and your jiggling tit settles back into place.

"I'll suck you, baby," she says. "I'll suck you good."

Your head is spinning, your nipples and sensitive slit aching with arousal.

You lift your ass off the bed so Marumi's little hands can dive beneath you and shuck your skin-tight leggings down your thighs. Her hands stroke your slender legs.

"Adorable shorts," she admires your lacy boy-shorts. "Let me see how your ass looks in them."

You turn over and thrust your butt in her direction so she can appreciate your firm cheeks, swaddled in the hip- and bun-hugging chocolate lace, with her eyes and her hands. She strokes your ass and gives you a playful slap, but her interest is lower. She leans over you as her hand finds your pussy, cupping the ripe fruit of your thighs. You moan and lift your head, turning to look at her, lips parted with a moan as she leans over your ass and plays with your damp mound with her fiddling fingers. Pleasure throbs with each touch of her fingers against your clit, trailing back across your slit and molding the fabric against your lips. You sit up on your knees, pressing your body against her and trapping her hand between your thighs. It slows her motion, which is a good thing, because you were about to cum from just what she is doing.

"Oh, no," she scolds. "You're not getting away from me."