Her stomach, flat and smooth, punctuated by a little shallow belly button. The subtle lines of her hips converging at her hot little hairy mound. I la... my cock across it, admiring the way it was accented by the darker colours. The hair matted with her juices, my spit, my pre-cum. Feeling the heat of her pussy calling it home, I guided my cock into the warm slippery wetness that was waiting to accept it. Kriti moaned as I re-entered her. I groaned a little myself, fully enjoying the feeling of. .."Joyce interrupted, "What do you mean by staging?" Uh, I think queuing?" He looked at Joyce, seeing her lack of understanding. "Where they are gathering?"Joyce nodded."I think he is planning on killing me." Joyce could feel the tears starting to run. "I just want to save my kids from him." Records show that you scored a five point seven on your last test." If I could give you where they are tonight could I go with him?" Joyce pointed at Bill. This elicited a muffled response from the. For a moment, she dared hope he would be satisfied with simply this piece of humiliation, but then she cried out involuntarily as she felt the flickering tip of his tongue licking hotly and wetly up between the widespread mounds behind her. She gasped, wiggling forward in a frantic attempt to escape the teasing sensation."Keep still!" Stephan hissed, digging his teeth into the yielding flesh of one upturned buttock."Aaaagghh! Stop it, please," she wailed. "It hurts."At last he stopped, leaving. After her fifth shot, Carlotta had pulled him into the bathroom at the bar, unzipped his pants, and slowly, lovingly gone down on him until he’d cum in her mouth.Then she’d invited him back to her place, and gone down on him twice more.He’d been a bit disappointed when she hadn’t wanted to fuck him, but for whatever reason she wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps this was another callback to her teenage days - in her youth, Carlotta had been ... not exactly “scared” of sex, but unwilling to take that.