I whisper to you to let me touch you, let me feel your cock throbbing in me, you pull tighter on my neck reminding me that you have control. You slide...your finger deep into my pussy and bring it to my lips. Taste yourself you say, and you put your finger in my mouth. It excites you, makes your cock jumps as I lick your finger. You slide your finger out of my mouth, and finger me again this time bringing it to my lips where you wipe off my juice. You turn my head and kiss me hard on the mouth,. “Shall we find out how good you taste?”“You’re going to kiss me after you have your tongue there?”“Damn straight!” I chuckled.“I don’t mind, especially if you’re good at it.”“Please, allow me to demonstrate!”She got up from my lap and I led her to the couch. I knelt between her splayed legs and planted a kiss on her engorged labia, then gently pressed my tongue between them. She tasted of spice and copper, and her labia and tunnel were snug around my tongue, promising the glorious feeling I’d. Blue veins traced their winding paths under her skin; something you don't see much of in Cape Beach's year-round tropical sun. She looked like she would shatter if you breathed on her, until you saw the calculated daring in her eyes and lascivious part of her lips. One look and you knew, she could spend three days in the saddle like it was nothin', break you in half and amuse herself with wearing out the roommate while you rested.She looked high on something. Strippers usually are. She looked. Why don’t you two come to my house for dinner?” “What would I tell her?” “Just tell her that your boss has invited you to her home for dinner. It doesn’t have to be complicated.” Nate reluctantly agreed. He knew how sexual Ariana was. He was afraid that his sexy and confident boss would intimidate Emily. They agreed on Friday night since the shop closed earlier on Fridays. As the days grew closer, Nate’s hesitation became more apparent. Ariana did her best to reassure him. When Nate and Emily.