I'll skip ahead a bit, since I'm sure you both don't want to hear about the whimpering, yelping, and outright screaming that followed. When she was f...nally finished (she must have just been recently jilted or something, it seems she ENJOYED inflicting pain on a man) it felt real weird. Like my legs were hypersensitive to the breeze, etc.. But, as all the hair had just been ripped from the skin, it is understandable that they WOULD be a tiny bit sensitive. Well, what could they possibly do. There’s a pause after the first, while she draws a few gasping breaths, then the second one begins to build. She doesn’t really do anything to start it; it’s as if some kind of dynamo deep inside her starts up and begins sending out pulses of erotic energy all through her body, and she gets caught up in the current – at least that’s how she describes it. Then no sooner has that orgasm erupted, much more powerfully than the first, than the process starts again, even more strongly. By this time. As my lips meet his body his cock tenses and I gag slightly, but manage to keep my head down, feeling his shaft fill my throat. I slide his cock out of my throat and stare at the spit coated beauty, panting deeply as I catch my breath before sliding him into my throat once more, much faster now. I repeat the process, deepthroating and breathing, enjoying the strength and hardness of his erection as he invades my throat. I slow down the pace, placing a hand on each of his legs and suck him. He stuck his nose right down to my pussy and nosed along my pussy-lips with slobber dripping off his tongue and started to lick. My God, what a technique! He didn't just lap it up; he acted like he was getting dessert! He sort of scooped along the rim of each lip first, his tongue broad and covered with barbs that lifted the pussy-hairs and combed them and stripped off the dried stuff on them. I got hold of the pillows and pulled them under my shoulders to prop me up so I could really see what.