I, however, wanted to kiss her - maybe even more. "Come to the bathroom with me, then we'll go get your cookie," I said looking at her. "Kass, I don't...need to go to the bathroom, I want my dang cookie," was her reply; she obviously didn't get what I wanted to do. I eventually won the argument and we went to the bathroom. When we got in there, I pulled her to me by her hips and whispered, "You're so beautiful," then leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues were, quite quickly, in a dance of. She reached up to begin removing the studs from my shirt never letting her eyes drop from mine. The nervous was no longer visible, though I could feel it in her body.When she had me down to my boxers, she stood back up and made eye contact again. She turned around to give me free access to the zipper on her dress, and like my tux, it was soon in a pile on the floor. She was wearing no bra and her lavender panties were obviously very wet.We embraced once again feeling our skin on skin contact. Wriggling her arse backwards, she takes up my cock in her hand once more, resuming the constant wanking action, squeezing my balls gently with her free hand. Her bum now fully engaged with my face, I relish the feel of her round buttocks against my eyes and cheeks. My tongue slips freely into her arsehole, as I use my hands to grip the cheeks of her arse, gyrating them in a circular motion. Her taste is exquisite; feminine, natural and unique, something I can’t get enough of. The probing of my. .and ooooh….yeees”, I could hardly utter, as her hand closed around my length. She stroked me gently at first and then more strongly, and the complete strangeness of this erotic situation made me cum rather quickly, and jets of my white creamy sperm shot up in the air from her hand. “I’m so sorry, I don’t usually do that so quickly”, I apologised. “Oh no, that’s fine”, she said. “May I taste it?” She bent down and lapped, that’s the only phrase I could use to describe her action, at the bed.