She stopped using the crop on my nipples, kissed them each one time, then turned to face my cock. Realizing what she was going to do, I was about to o...ject when she started to use the crop on my cock. Just little flicks that were teasing, toying, playing with my thoughts, driving me close to the edge...yet not reaching that point of no return. She expertly flicked different spots on my throbbing cock. Sometimes she struck on the shaft, sometimes on the tip, sometimes on the base. I never knew. He needed this. Cindy, his now ex, didn’t believe in sex before marriage and Michael didn’t believe in marriage. So after nine months of tension, it just fizzled out. After ripping open the packet with his teeth, he slipped the condom down his hard length. He whimpered openly. There was no one here but him. He could make as much noise as he wanted. Leaving a little room at the tip of the condom he flicked his dick and watched it bounce. Pressed it down like a lever to feel it (the torture). "Of course!" Helen said. She blushed a bit, as if she had admitted to much."Wow." Steve didn't feel the least bit of guilt about the fact that his designs on the girl would not classify him in anybody's book as a "nice guy." You're cute when you blush," Helen said, changing the subject. "Aren't you hungry? We could call out for a pizza."Steve didn't want to waste the opportunity. "I guess," he said, sounding just a little disappointed. "Maybe it was a foolish suggestion." Steve put as much. While she was technically not a virgin any longer, the cross having taken her hymen, she still had not felt a cock inside her snug pussy.She rubbed his sword, cringing when his hands moved towards her chest, bracing herself for the inevitable fondling. She felt his hands encircle her globes and squeeze hard, not stopping until he heard her moan in pain as her breasts were tightly trapped in his powerful grip. His fingers moved to her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, his eyes staring into.