” I kissed her slowly, kissing and licking her mouth. My tongue slid from her lips to her neck, sucking hard, bringing her blood to the surface. I k...ew I was going to leave her a hickey and sucked on her neck harder. I traced my tongue down to her left breast, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. As I suckled on her breast, my hand traced the curve of her inner thigh, finding her already soaking wet pussy. I gently slipped a finger inside her as my head moved to her other breast.. ”“What the hells does that mean?”“I get to make out with the girl of my choice.”He was always using highfalutin language to describe more mundane activities. His mother figured that meant he wanted to bring some schoolmate over one afternoon and be given permission to make-out with her in his room. Well, he was getting to that age, and if he could convince some teeny-bop to let him put a hand up her skirt, (rots-a-ruck kid!), she was willing to let that hanky-panky happen – as long as the. Would she welcome it? Would she be happy when he was done with her and left her lying on the dining room carpet, crying and dribbling seed from her cunt? It seemed likely that she would, and would hide it from him even if she did not. She would sacrifice herself to him in the name of a love she was too young to understand, an infatuation baptised as a romance.The Beast’s cock pushed insistently against his breaches. Rose had finished her meal and was regarding him with chilly amusement as she. He pawed the big, firm mounds, pulling at her long, puckered, pale nipples. While she liked it rough, just grabbing and pinching didn't do it and she cried out when he pinched her too hard."Ouch! Don't be so rough," she told him. While he tried to figure how to handle her, she worked on his belt and got his pants open.Reaching into his tight boxer briefs, she found a nice, hard good. He was about average, but a nice size and she thought she could have some fun with him. Since his drunken.