"Don't worry Sam, we'll go nice and slow," you smile to reassure her.
You know she's turned on, because that's the power of the remote, and a look at her chest seems to prove your point. Her nipples are poking out, but she just doesn't know what to do about it. You take your hand off her thigh to brush her hair away from her lovely face. She looks nervous as you caress her cheek.
"Let's start with the basics. Kissing always comes first, right?" and she nods, moistening her lips nervously.
She gasps in surprise as you move your finger to touch her tongue and lips.
"That always looks so sexy. A hot, sexy woman licking her lips," you tell her and she blushes.
You lean against her, pressing your boob against her arm as you kiss her gently. You move your lips against hers, your fingers caressing her cheek. You feel her tense up as you lick at her lips with the tip of your tongue.
"Just close your eyes and try to pretend I'm a man," you say to her softly.
"It's not easy," she admits with a nervous smile.
"I know. I have softer lips and smell better," you smile and she giggles a bit.
You press your lips to hers again and wiggle your tongue to pry hers open. After a few moments, they slowly part and you ease your tongue in a bit, tracing along her teeth. A few more moments and her mouth opens wider, letting you explore deeper.
As you kiss, you slide your hand down her arm to her hand. You slowly lift it and press it onto your boob. She tenses, pulling away a bit, but you hold her hand in place.
"Go ahead Samantha. Feel it," you tell her softly as you move her hand over your boob, smiling as you feel her fingers lightly squeeze.
"It's not so bad, is it? Almost like feeling your own boobs, right?" you smile.
"Kind of. But yours are bigger than mine," she says with a blush and glances at her own chest.
"Maybe, but yours look much firmer," you answer and start to slide a finger along the low cut top of her dress.
She watches your finger nervously and you move to kiss her again, but deeper. As you do, you let your fingers drift down over her boobs. She tenses as you cup one, but doesn't try to stop you. She gasps into your mouth as you bring your fingers together at her nipple and gently pinch it.
She starts kissing you back tentatively and you feel her hand squeezing your boob a bit more. You can feel her shuddering as you tease both her stiff nipples. Your kiss becomes more passionate and your hand glides down over her flat belly to her thighs.
You slide her hand up her thigh, your fingers edging under the hem of her short dress. She tenses as you caress her thigh, moving your hand higher and higher under her dress. Her hand squeezes your boob firmly as your fingers are right beside her mound. Sam Marquez breaks your kiss, and looks down at your wandering hand under her dress. She bites her bottom lip nervously, her face flushed.
"It's okay Sam. Let yourself go. You won't be sorry," you say softly, then lean in to kiss her passionately.
Her breath catches as you touch her through her panties, rubbing at the top of her mound. You stretch a finger downward between her still pressed together thighs. You can feel the fullness of her mons as you rub her mound.
Her hand clamps onto your boob as you rub her, and after a few moments, her thighs ease apart a bit, enough for you to run your finger along the length of her pussy. You push down with your hand and her thighs respond by spreading wider, until your can cup her pussy in your hand, and feel her swollen labia.
She moans into your mouth as you cup and squeeze her pussy. You press your fingers firmly against her and move them up and down the length of it. She breaks the kiss and breathes heavily, her lips parted, her eyes closed as you caress her pussy through her panties.
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