Her hips started to rock letting me know she was getting ready to cum. I did not change how I was licking and kissing but I did take my hand and plac...d a finger on her butt hole. I got my finger moist with her juices and returned it to her butt hole. Earlier I felt like she did not want me to penetrate so I didn't. Instead I gently moved my finger around her butt hole. The pace of her hip rocking increased along with her breathing. Finally she was cumming I tasted her juices, felt her. Ivan had grown up and can do some evil thinking. A few months had passed, with no action as I did not have the opportunity to spend time with her. So it would be the occasional kissing, hugging, and squeezing.I would ask her to stroke me while my parents were in the hall. It would give a different kick altogether. With my sister in the hostel and I preparing for my MBA, I would often stay at home.One November, my parents had to travel to their hometown to settle a property sale. This meant that. The ride home is filled with the electricity of our sexual tension, the nervous laugh, the quickened breath, the pounding in our chests, the changes between both our legs. The key in the door, it opens then closes sealing out the gaze of others. I pause, teetering on the brink. The animal in me wants to take her right there in the hall "she'll think I don't respect her” and she pauses too. Her impulse is to drive her tongue deep into my mouth "he'll think I'm a slut". So we move. This flicker didn’t distract him from the building orgasm within, nor the taste of Sapphire’s juices drying on his lips, nor the smell of her floral perfume lingering in the air. Sapphire laid angled across the brothel bed, her Greek Goddess body calling with the power of any siren. Steve couldn’t resist any further. His hand glided over her trained flat stomach, over her accented ribs, cupping her water soft breast, finally pinching her stiff brown nipple. Steve launched into a convulsive.