My hands left her face to glide down over her back pressing her firmly against my body. Black porn A beautiful child on the verge of womanhood. I had not felt the need for sleep in centuries, but I could feel it overtaking me now. I ran my hands up over her ribs to her arms. She was asleep lying on her stomach with one arm bent under her head, the sheet barely covering her lovely buttocks and one leg. You make me wet,” she breathed. Infanticide. Her honeyed breath caressed my lips and teased my nostrils. I followed quickly after and instinctively slipped back into her body barely missing a stroke. “You’re wet, too, mon ange,” she murmured, her voice slightly amused. She looked up at me with guiless, clear green eyes, a slightly puzzled smile curving her lovely lips. A beautiful child on the verge of womanhood.
