He leaned forward and swiped his tongue across her clit. Moving slowly he slid his tongue into the hot folds of skin. Licking and sucking until his fa...e was buried in her heat. He moaned and she brought the riding crop down onto his shoulders. In reaction he gave her a little nip, which though showed defiance, she liked. So she didn’t punish him. His tongue slid into her and she cam into his mouth. His licked and sucked it up eagerly.She leaned down and pushed him so that he fell back onto his. Her large breasts were visible, supported from below by the corset. Reaching beneath her waistband she removed the tie cords holding her skirt in place and freed it, the skirt and bustle falling away as one. (The bustle was simply a rag stuffed sachet sewn to the inside of the skirt itself.) She was now wearing only her whalebone and pantaloons.Leading her into the hallway, I placed the clothing onto a side table before proceeding to the kitchen. The woman followed me neither of us speaking to. Alex loved it when she wore those yoga pants and he knew she did it just for him. Her legs and ass in those pants almost demanded his attention to the point where it was quite distracting. Alex watched he as she swaggered up the stairs. Each step dripping with lust, each step a silent invitation for him to join her. She knew he wanted her... and she would make him beg. It was that kind of night, she was feeling confidant. Those were Alex's favorite nights and he was about to get lucky. Taking a. Would it be a success, would we have the spark, would it end in passion? As we drink the daiquiris, we relax, and the conversation flows. My fingers find yours, and we intertwine our hands. The sun sinks lower and the band plays its catchy melodies a touch louder. I catch your eyes, and hold them, the intensity building. The spark flows, and you feel the heat starting to work its way down from the butterflies in your stomach, radiating outward and downward between your legs. I concentrate on.