All I remember was her screaming and me looking down to see that both of us were covered in blood between our hips. Wait… I had a hand at my face – my hand that was still holding her shorts and panties – and that’s where the smell of her pussy was coming from. xxx But first, I played with her tight, little twat, gently pushing a finger inside her, not deep, just enough to feel how hot and wet she was. Her whines were muffled by my kiss and she started to wiggle, but I kept my arm around her, my face tight against hers, as my hand went from one little titty to the other. I stopped kissing her when her body finally went limp (except for a bit of trembling) and she
