He loved nylon, the feelings it causedhim and the way it helped him feel about himself.After reaching for his bra, John moved his arms through the str...ps beforehe gripped the clasps as he pulled them behind his back. John struggledto arch his back and hook the bra. He knew that he could cheat as he hadwhen he was younger, but after spending so many hours over the yearspracticing how to put a bra on like a woman, he could not let himself doso. He knew it would not take long for it to come. She didn’t want to grind down and suffocate him, but he was going to have to do better than that. “Oh yeah,” she breathed. “That’s it. That’s it.” It wasn’t it , but she hoped that he would find inspiration and motivation in the suggestion of skill. Having laved a cum-filled pussy herself on occasion, she knew that the experience was less about taste right now than texture. Not that there was anything wrong with the taste. Thinking about that brought her closer. Her hanging hair curtained. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in the icy blasts. I am shivering with cold, but instinctively still clutching the miserable sweater against my skin. When all of a sudden I spot a seagull, high above me, riding the swirling winds expertly in the drumming rain to dart down swiftly at me from the lowering sky. I cower, my hands upraised to protect my face, but the gull pays no mind, swooping in to take a loose thread in its beak and. He lifted me and brought me to his bed and made me to lie down and opened my legs wide. My clean pussy intoxicated him. He gave out a cry of joy and kneeled on the floor and started licking all over my pussy. I opened up the cunt for him. He examined the cunt and located the clit and touched it with his tongue tip. I felt an electric shock. I was waiting for this moment for long. Like a hungry wild animal he gave out a growl and started to lick my clit. I was riding high and high on the wave of.