"No. Not really. At first, he spent all of his time diddling my clit and playing with my pussy lips." "Hey, don't forget about that sexy little piss-hole mound of yours," Ray said, as he rubbed his fingertip back and forth against that small, puffed-out, spongy mound of flesh that supports my weird-looking urethral opening. "I'm pretty sure he felt that out too," Ray chimed in. "Yeah, he sure did. But what Art was doing was driving me crazy! I didn't understand how on earth a guy could be feeling out the crack of my pussy for so long, and not be wanting to stick his fingers up inside me. I mean, I can't even finger my Hardcore own pussy, without sticking my fingers up into my 'big hole.' "The saddest part was that I finally had to stop kissing Art, just so that I could whisper in his ear, and tell him that I wanted him to stick his fingers up inside me. "And even once he started fingering me, you couldn't really call it 'finger-fucking,' because he wasn't actually thrusting his fingers in and out. He was just moving them all around inside me, and feeling out my vagina--pretty much just like you were doing a few moments ago, right before you started japanese fingering my G-spot, and trying to make me cum." Upon hearing this, Ray abruptly pulled his finger out of my vagina. "Hey, don't stop now! It felt really good," I admitted. "Are you sure?" Ray asked playfully. "Yes, I'm sure, silly," I replied, and was immediately rewarded, asian as I felt Ray's finger slide back up into my vagina, and then felt the tip of his curved finger begin massaging my G-spot once again. "I'm also sure that Art didn't know what a 'G-spot' was, or that such a thing even existed. I knew that it existed, because it always made me cum real good whenever I fingered that area of my urethral tube, but I had no idea that it was called a 'G-spot.' Heck, I didn't know that it even had a name." "So, did Art make you 'cum real good' that night? I mean, did you end up getting his back seat pretty wet?" Ray asked light-heartedly. "Oh God, yes! But that wasn't very hard to do, considering how excited I was. Now don't get me wrong. Art didn't make me squirt, or big cocks gush, or anything like Hairy that. But his fingering alone turned out to be more than enough to keep my pussy nice and wet, if you know what I mean. That, and the fact that I was playing with his sexy balls." "Hey, don't forget his sexy dick. You were playing with that too," Ray added. "Yes, of course I was." I stopped kissing long enough to give her a surprised look. Max left his room and began checking each of the bedrooms and common areas until he returned, satisfied he was alone. Kimon could only shrink back big cocks from the ferocity of her voice. Smiling at me, she got up japanese and put her clothes back on. It was a shame Hairy to as the members Chris and Jill had always been super Hardcore friendly to asian her since she started working at the RPD. Phil’s smile didn’t wane. I can’t imagine wearing these. He feels one last convulsion of her prison trying to keep him locked within. Mmm, thanks.” My pussy writhed, spasming with the same intensity as my sister's twat.