My hands eased on his shirt, he is pushing them away. My eyes are shut. I can't bare to look at him. Did he find me too wet? Maybe ...it's the way I s...elled? What is it??? The couch shifts. He got up. I hear his footsteps. He walked away. I feel used and abandoned. What did I do to deserve so much pleasure followed by so much pain? I stay this way for a little while, but my body is aching already from being in the same position. My cunt still hasnt calmed down. It is still burning with the. ' she lent back on the bed as she finished displaying her cleavage. 'Yes Mistress.' Angel got up onto his knees, keeping them slightly apart, with his hands behind the back of his head. 'Good, slave. Rule two, you will not cum without permission. If I give you permission it only last for thirty seconds, cum at any other time and I will lock your cock up for a week.' Angel acknowledged her as she stood, taking her crop from the side of her boot. As begun circling him she started touching his. My cheek on your shoulder, I breathe you in. I taste you. My hands grip your arms. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in person. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free - beating. They French-kissed with passion, swapping tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth. Her blonde head turned on the pillow and her tits loomed up as she breathed with rising desire.Then she arched her slim back deeply, parting her thighs and raising her knees."Fuck me, darling!" she purred.With his mouth still clamped to hers, Dan shifted his ass and hips across and mounted her.She guided the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. Holding his cock by the hilt, she.