I’m looking for a relationship. You seem like relationship quality. My response: What if I’m just looking for sex? Just joking. I’m looking for...a guy who doesn’t want to play games. His next message: I dare you to send me a picture. He didn’t have to tell me what kind of picture. With my heart pounding and an excitement between my legs, I pulled off my shirt, then unhooked my bra before I had second thoughts. I left both on my bed, then stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of. I then suckled her nipples and she started moaning a little and was still trying to avoid eye contact. I wanted a blow job but she was not ready for it and said that she feels yucky. I did not push my luck as I didn’t wanna spoil it. I then strip her undies and started fingering and licking her pussy. She was slimy wet ready to be screwed. She had Brazilian done and was absolutely clean down. I enjoyed every single moment playing with her clit. She held my head tightly between her thighs. My legs were starting to turn to jelly and orgasm after orgasm rackedthrough my body, I was soaking, I sensed my Brett was close to achievinghis climax so I concentrated on his pleasure, his pleasure alone, why,because my body was on automatic full passion mode, everything I did tointensify his climax was felt by my body taking me to the pinnacle ofpassion, I felt him thrust extra hard then he released his seed into me;as he gave a small grunt in the release I whimpered in total submissionto. . just once I'd like to see the shoe on the other foot! Sometimes you can be a real jerk."Sensing her anger, Mark tried to lighten things up with a little more forgiving tone. "I'm sorry Stephanie, I was only kidding around. Come on . . . let's not ruin the whole night over something silly like this . . . OK?" Whatever," Stephanie said as she crossed her arms. "Just leave me alone for a bit. You've really ticked me off." A LITTLE WHILE LATER: Mark couldn't wait any longer as he sat with his.