Sarah Jane’s thighs were completely parted revealing her wet lips and unfurling folds and a slightly exposed clitoris. She could barely hear Vincent’s words to her. She felt like she was somewhere else, her mind was as burning almost as much as her heated sex. Her hands still gripped on the bedding as he spoke to her. Wriggling a little Sarah Jane moaned again, “Please…” Looking at the way her opened lips were dripping it was unlikely she would need more lube, however she might need a little gentleness perhaps from a finger or maybe two.<br/><br/>It was then that the young woman saw it, it was not the first she had seen in her life, but this one for some reason did not frighten her, it did not scare her, this was not a weapon it was something to cherish and something Sarah Jane wanted in her body, deep inside her.<br/><br/>One of her hands reached out to touch his shaft, it was tentative but slowly it did become more confident as her fingers explored him, “Please…” were the words that spilled from her mouth, there was another gasp and a swallow “inside me…please.” She was obviously aroused and excited but nervous too, “Kiss me?” that was followed by the long slow words filled with warmth and passion. “Make love to me…”<br/>