#31512 - But when, finally, Karen stopped her smacks and, in one quick movement bent her head and sank her teeth briefly into Derek's tender and hand-expectant rear end, Maryon's circling little fingers clamped so hard around Johnny's rampant cock that he jumped and all but threw her off. Running his hands up and down the valley of her spine, he let himself fall slowly back, so that she lay on top of him with his strong thigh firmly clutched between her own two slender, creamy, girlish lengths, lips still locked to lips, her hair tumbling down about his cheeks and ears. What do you want? Still absently fondling herself, with a secret smile in her eyes, she said, MMmmmmMMMhhh! Johnny, can't you guess? Yeah.