...paration. Was it going to happen again? Her heart danced inside her naked chest – she could barely hope. She could feel the anticipation like a ball of flame, tense, ready to burst, filling her heart with pounding warmth. The cameras forgotten, the finger ignored, she concentrated on only one thing: the void of anticipation created by the unexplainable, never-before felt sensation, that would either bring her incomparable joy or crushing disappointment with its absence...
The warm ice stabbed her again, and as it did Gunther flicked her nipples, which doubled the pleasure, causing her to crest the wave twice at the same time. It was so unexpected, so astonishingly wonderful that she laughed; and as she did, the fire spread throughout her body and her pussy walls tensed around Gunther’s finger...
Which made his attentions all the more... astonishing.
She giggled as she wriggled on top of Gunther’s muscular frame, unable to contain her excitement and now totally focused on the burgeoning sensations that were even now awakening in her pussy.
And as Gunther increased the pace of his attentions, it got better...!
“More!” squealed Dawn, her face spread into an idiot grin.
"Hey, Brock, what’cha doin’? Oh hey, is that Dawn?”
“What’s she doin’?”
“Giving it everythin...