Top Blogs: CASTING COUCH TEENS slid my briefs to the floor and joined her on the bed in the most sensuous kiss that I could ever remember. My left hand went to her face and caressed her cheek, her jaw, her temple and her lips. My right hand went to her left tit and caressed her roundness, her heft and her shape. When I caressed her nipple, the nipple that had been trying to seduce me since forever, she moaned. This time it was a moan. It was a moan born of want and need. Here it was, the time that I had been denying for I don't know how long. I felt the crinkles around her nipple, the crinkles of her areola. I felt the nipple's hardness. I slid my hand down her torso to her hip. I felt the dip of her waist and the rise of her hip. I hesitated here because I wanted her to know that if I continued, we would continue until we sated our need. Her kiss never wavered, never told me that she was having second thoughts. I slid my hand across her hip towards the juncture of her thighs. I moved slowly, not because I was unsure, not because I wanted to give her a chance to stops things here. I moved slowly because I wanted her to feel the tactile sensations as well as know where my destination was located.