Anticipation mixes with each caressing stroke as the bristles slide softly over you. Each stroke of the brush luxuriates through your hair. Your hands...sit on the the table in front of you and a little dampness gathers under your palms. Your body is warm and your skin sparkles. The chair is forming a tiny puddle where you sit and we can both smell perfume. The brush rises to the top of your head and falls like water down your back. The brush rises to the top of your head and the pleasure washes. He tasted amazing! Sweet yet smokey from the cigarette he had been smoking but it was more-ish. He began to lean in towards me pushing me into the arm on the couch. I pushed back with my lips ravishing each touch with him. Shane took a breath and looked at me with shock on his face looking at what he had just done. He went to move away from me."And that’s what Drogo would do I think." He was about to sit back down from leaning into me when I pushed him over and started kissing him back. Through. Our lips touched and it was bliss. My fantasy was coming true. My tongue entered his mouth and met his. We kissed for around fifteen minutes straight. Then his hand motioned towards my crotch and he started to unbutton my pants. My own hands were all over his body. I took off his shirt and sucked his nipples. His abs were hot! I licked his face and body, while he was giving me a Handjob. I came into his hand and he pulled his hand out my underwear and started to lick off the cum. He turned me. Curious, she let herself be drawn forward. She giggled when she discovered it was Jerim, a cute palace guard. He was a year or two older than her that had a fascination with her breasts. Not bountiful like her sister’s, whose swayed as she walked, Kinlee’s were tiny and firm like young apples. Nevertheless Jerim worshipped them, sprouting terrible poetry that was unfailingly sweet. He fell to his knees before her, clasping her hand in his and pressing moist kisses against the soft flesh of her.