My hands reach down to hold your head as you lick and kiss my cock all over while I moan constantly. “Please,” I beg you, breathlessly, “please ...uck my cock!” I am rewarded by your lips sliding over the head of my cock, your tongue circling it, before you take my cock into my mouth inch by inch. I reach under your chin, gesturing to you to look up into my eyes, as you take the last of my cock until it touches the back of your throat.I reach down to pinch your nipples between my thumb and. As this happened sperm spilled over my lips and trickled down my chin. I could feel droplets hitting my tits and my nipples tightened.I regained my composure, my mouth still full of thick, sticky, salty fluid. I swallowed some but most was running down my chin and onto the floor or my breasts."What now?" I wondered, "Was that it?" It’s over a quick cummer.My husband spoke, "Get up."I struggled to my feet and was pulled by my collar over to what I knew was the bed."Bend over."I spread my legs. . sometimes even desperately begging for just a whiff... as frustrating as the denial was... as good it was not being able to reach any gratification... being denied was key... depending on the encounters, the game would vary in length... once we even pushed the dare to the unthinkable... letting ourselves part ways after many hours of cerebral arousal without any concession... parting ways with nothing but a hugely unsatisfied urge brought the build up to an entire new level... but the radio. Falling to the sides it leaves her bare to your eyes.Large white breasts topped with erect pink nipples beg for you attention. The firelight dances with shadows over her. Eyes closed, she waits. And waits. A fresh ice cube between your fingers touches Bo's nipple. Instantly it puckers and tightens. Drops of water race to the underneath of the swollen globe. She shifts her weight around and stills again. You take the ice round and round that pink nipple. Delighting in the tiny gasps that from.