Flicking up your back lightly until I reach your neck. I run my tounge over the shell of your ear and hear your breathing quicken.Turning you over, I...continue to massage your head with my thumbs and your ear and neck with my lips. Turning my attentions to your face, your eyes are closed so I lightly sprinkle kisses over your face, running my tounge along your lips. Your tounge meets mine briefly and then I move lower. My hands rubbing your shoulders and chest, my tounge flicking your hard. She managed to convince me that I should go to the party with her dressed as a girl and in return she would somehow make it all up to me.The next few days we spent hanging out and getting ready for the party. Friday morning I headed around to Heidi's house to get dressed, as her parents had gone away for the weekend. At Heidi's I was soon showered and sitting downstairs naked except for a towel around me experiencing the very painful feeling of having my entire body hot waxed to remove the. Or was I calling a pimp? I pushed one of the four remaining numbers. Then I dialed another one. My fingers were trembling. I quickly dialed the last two numbers. On the last number, did my finger slip and dial the five instead of eight? Then I heard this sultry voice on the other end and I tried to get my voice to say something but I couldn’t make it work. Thankfully it was just a recorded opening telling me to press one for birthday parties, two for funerals, three for bachelor parties and for. I needed him to fuck me until I forgot my own name.As if sensing my need, he lowered himself until his head found my clit, flicking his tongue across it, while both hands were on my nipples; rubbing and twisting slightly. The guy was good with his hands and even better with his mouth. I moaned, unable to stay still as he ate at my vagina like he was getting honey out of it. “Shhhhhhh!” He warned again and I tried to stay quiet, not wanting to scare him off.He entered me with his tongue and I.