I loved her lips and I loved almost every part of her body. She looked like a princess to me with her silky soft skin. There were no traces of hair on...her hand what so ever. Trust me she was like an angel.Usually her friends would get down early and me and her used to travel alone in the last seat for like 20-25 mins. She used to get down one stop before the last stop and I used to get down in the last stop. These 20 mins were the most interesting part of my entire 2 hours journey in the bus.I. Removing her mouth completely from him, she now started to kiss the tip of his cock and she was whispering – actually talking to his cock. “I love this. I love it so much. Don’t make me rush. I want this forever.” Her tongue now flicked at the quite huge opening in his bell end. I could see his pre cum already splashing about and some of it went on her huge cleavage. He was now sighing in delight. I have to say my wife looked so at ease in the situation, and it was really evident that this is. Vile Contempt was a name he acquired at art school back in his younger days, but it stuck with him as his darker alter ego the rest of his life. Since he was gay, he had blossomed in the artsy gay scene after college. Vile was popular with the leather men and those who required domination. He was now a well-seasoned dominatrix, who although gay and effeminate, had a big cock and knew how to use it.Taking his throbbing dick out he stroked it a bit before getting up. Work he said!! Setting up all. I wasn’t new to the taste of my cum. I think most boys during their teenage years taste their own cum. This didn’t bother me as I kind of like the taste. Besides it was mine and I was licking it off this gorgeous woman. As I was running my tongue up, down, and around her face, I found myself kissing her soft lips. The whole time I was thinking, if this isn’t heaven, I don’t want to die. I continued to kiss Jamie with passion. Our tongues met and I could hear her let out soft moans. Her moans.