But not this time. Mya's scent was beckoning me, calling me into that fog, turning me into the animal I am. It was...empowering.I see...I began sniffi...g up and down her back and neck, then started licking, kissing. She stirred and woke up. I could see her smile as she let out a small moan. "Horny much?" she said. I ignored her and started to nibble her neck. She moaned some more, and I started running my hand on her ass, digging my nails in. She let out a small yelp as I clawed into her flesh.. Jaz untied her top and dropped it next to the bed. Neil was behind her and held her back against his chest as his hands slowly went from the flat of her tummy up to her breasts and cupped them as he nuzzled her ear."Mmmm, you have nice tits." He said in her ear as he squeezed them and tickled her nipples with his index fingers, making them grow even harder in the cool air.Jaz was proud of her breasts, and loved it when a man appreciated them."Thanks ... you're too kind suh!"Jaz turned around to. “I’m not single.” “I know.” You say and replace one hand on my leg, placing it a bit higher, and the other goes to the small of my back, your thumb sliding under the hem of my shirt. I finish my pint and signal the barkeep for another. Your thumb is gently stroking the smooth skin of my back and I’m trying my damnedest to not quake all over. I turn to look at you, and as I do the hand on my leg slides a little higher. “I can’t.” I protest. “You sure?” you dip your head and press a kiss against. I try to pull away but you grab the sides of my head in your strong hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side for a moment and I’m breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean culture green bananas can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe.