The other hand was on his head and gently applying pressure so that he licks me till I have an orgasm. He was building up occasional kisses on my puss... and the occasional licking of my walls.He puffed warm air in my pussy triggering me to another sequence of moaning which he so liked to hear. He knew the ways around pussy .. kept me ignited to the brink and as I put my leg more over him and at the same time put more pressure on his head he finally caved in. He kept both his hands on my ass from. I pulled back to give her some space to recover, and I looked down and admired my handiwork, relishing the tangy-sweet flavor of her orgasm on my face."So, was that helpful?" I asked playfully. She smiled in between gasps and shook her head up and down. She reached out and pulled my head back down between her legs and mashed my face into her steaming hot vagina, holding it there until she was sure I had cleaned up all of her juicy offering, which I was only too happy to oblige. Satisfied. She woke up one morning and her nipples were tender and looked just a little swollen. She felt the camisole rubbing against her nipples all day long. At once it felt kinda good and it hurt a little. She was very excited because she thought this swelling and tenderness were the beginning of getting breasts. That night she touched them when she was in bed. She rubbed lotion on them and fell asleep with her hands covering them. The next day things were the same. On the third day the t-shirt she. This bitterness drove her to work harder, make good progress. Every night though, Carol Danvers cried and dreamed of flying.Only once did Carol have any other visitors, and it was Monica Rambeau. It hurt Carol terribly, but she couldn't let her old friend see her like this, so she pretended to be deep asleep and her old partner quickly left. After, she asked the nurses to not let any other visitors in.Sometimes her dreams of flying would turn to ones of an oppressive weight on her body and a.