Claire let out a huge sigh of nervous relief and moved the car round to Beth’s drive. She ordered the girl out and took her, still naked from the waist down, up and into the house where she pulled her into the kitchen and sat her on the heavy rustic oak breakfast table. She peeled Beth’s t-shirt from her and discarded her bra without any thoughts except for finally getting those little n*****s into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, feeling the impossible softness of the flesh as she wolfed on them. She straightened up and kissed her, pushing her crotch forward against the bare wetness between Beth’s thighs. Then Claire turned her and bent her across the table, grabbing the beautiful cheeks and squeezing them roughly, gaining a brief but wonderful glimpse of her little pink anus, tightly puck
