Mary felt her legs parted, as you took a hold of them.  Her puffy mound's patch of pubic hair, neatly trimmed. Her flower glistening like the morning dew upon the blades of grass.<br/><br/>She continued to dart her tongue now in and out of Misha's own pink heated depths.  Alternating with nipping and tugging on her fleshy nub in tantalizingly tease.<br/><br/>A soft gasp would pervade from her as,  Amre would push in, impaling her so fully.  As his member seem to stretch her out ever so.  Her tight vaginal walls fitting snugly around the invading phallus of perfection.