.. maybe this?”He pressed a button on the remote and began to play a new track, the swell of tribal percussion filling the room, accompanied by the ...istinctive plink of a xylophone and the metallic beat of steelpan drums. It was very different from the gentle harmonies of the piano and strings that had characterized the Waltz, more visceral, primal. The music conjured images in his mind of people dancing around a bonfire on a tropical beach, the sun setting behind them, painting the sky in reds. “Please Jack! Let me cum! Please love!” as I again pull you back from an impending wash of delight. Your fluids are hot and slippery and wet.I let you pull my cock to your wet cunt and you succeed in plunging the first 2 or 3 inches inside. I moan and shake at our union.“I’ll give you anything Jack! Please fuck me or I’ll fuck you!”Arching your tender loins to me, you force more of me inside your sinfully demanding cunt.‘One more kiss Katie.” I pinch and pull on your nipple. You scream as I. ”Rosemary threw her long hair above her head on the bed as she laid down. She spread her legs wide and said, “Now eat me the way I ate you. I really need it.”I lightly kissed and bit the inside of her thigh as I moved towards her gorgeous pussy. It was swollen, wet, and ready as I pushed my tongue into its folds and explored every inch, and then moved up to her prominent clit and sucked it between my lips. Rosemary was moaning and thrusting, but when I touched her clit, she groaned loudly and. One of the reasons why he was hired was for his quick ability to come up with campfire stories. Eight candles circled ‘Happy Birthday’ on the white frosted, vanilla cake. There were light blue and pink flowers made of sugar on it. It was round, two layered, could feed six if the pieces were small. Since there were only two of them, it was perfect. It sat on the dining room table, waiting for her return home. Cindy was late, but she did tell her mother that she might go over to a friend’s house.