"In the ancient monastery of Miidera there was a great bronze bell. It rang out every morning and evening, a clear, rich note, and its surface shone l...ke sparkling dew. The priests would not allow any woman to strike it, because they thought that such an action would pollute and dull the metal, as well as bring calamity upon them.When a certain pretty woman who lived in Kyoto heard this, she grew extremely inquisitive, and at last, unable to restrain her curiosity, she said: "I will go and see. Youfeel the head hitting where your tonsils used to be, and it feels prettygood. You start to suck on him, flexing your throat muscles around hisshaft, squeezing the length of him. He moans, and pushes his hips againstyour face.After sucking him to his full length, you slip his cock from your mouth,taking a long time to get it all the way out. He picks you up and drops youunceremoniously on the couch, making your skirt rise up above your pussy. He comes over and peels your. . something I rather enjoyed for oral feasting. I remaindered her to close her eyes and relax. I gave her another long, slow lap, again using the flat of my tongue and then surprised her by slipping my index and middle finger into her very wet folds. I do so with my palm-up and then curled my fingers up, just under her pelvic bone, in-search for her sensitive G-spot. I felt for a moment and then, Yep, there it was.. than spongy little nodule. I lowered my mouth and gently tongued the side of. They were perfect! No other word could do justice. They were creamy white, larger than many – he thought his early guesswork was pretty close – and with just classic curves, and with the cutest little tips, puffy and with tiny nipples in a soft, dusky shade of pink. Marvelous! He wanted something more of a performance from her, however. ‘Let’s try that again, Brianna,’ he instructed with a drawl. ‘With your hands, take off the material around your pretty breasts. Do it slowly and with feeling,.