Her back arches and her hands grab the nearest thing they can – in one case the sheets, in the other the hairs on my forearm. Xxx video After dinner and a DVD, it was bath and bedtime for Katie. The storm doesn’t bother us again that night. Not that I was complaining, you understand. “Stop, uncle Zack, stop…” she said after a few moments. The sight caused her to giggle for some reason, and she grabbed my arm in a hug, squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand and mashing my thumb against her sex. ‘Lower,’ she urges, and then when my hand stops at her lower back, again, this time frowning,
‘Lower!’
Fine, I think to myself, lower it is.
