She grabs my hand

This hot teen grabbed my hand and rubbed it on her cunt. I took her hint and continued stroking her mound as I gnawed her tits. She reached up and squeezed her unattended breast. I ran my fingers through her slick lips, getting them coated in her excitement. Alison squirmed and whimpered.

"Oh, Mr. Carter. Please fuck me with your fingers. I need it so bad!"

Not doing what she asked was not an option. I slide two fingers inside her pussy. She groaned, arching her back, which pressed her breast firmly into my face. I rolled her nipple with my tongue and lips. My cock was rigid, and I wanted to see where this would lead. At this point, I just wanted to fuck her. As I stroked in and out of her pussy, I rubbed my thumb on her clit. Her hips bounced, pressing my fingers deeply within her. I could feel the bump of her G-spot, thick and aching. I made sure I hit it on each thrust inside her.

I screamed into her titflesh when I felt her hand squeeze my cock. She was racing toward orgasm and bringing me right along with her. As I penetrated her sex with my fingers, she roughly stroked my shaft. In my mind's eye, I was fucking her hard, my cock going in and out of her hand like it was her pussy.

"Oh, Mr. Carter. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum all over your fingers! Fuck me, Mr. Carter! Fuck me hard!" Alison groaned uncontrollably, writhing lasciviously in the easy chair. Her hand more urgently jacked off my shaft. I growled into her tit again.

Then, without warning, she screamed and arched her whole body off the chair. She pushed my hand hard into her cunt, and I could easily feel her tight pussy muscles pulsing around my fingers. Her fingers squeezed tighter on my cock as she came loudly. I couldn't take it anymore, and I unleash a torrent of cum all over her hand and the carpet. I took my mouth off her and roared my ecstasy. Our mutual masturbation had produced a mutual orgasm. It felt so good, almost like intercourse.

I fucked her hand until we both relaxed from our pleasures. Her hand slipped of my Johnson. My fingers slid from her lower lips. We just sat there, panting like we'd run a mile.

I heard her purr and looked up. She was licking my jism off her fingers. She was the cat eating the cream, the way her tongue lapped at the cum.