I fingered the nipples, and they stood up, just as though I had sucked on them (in another life I had). Sucked on them. These breasts wanted to be suc...ed. I wondered if it were possible for me to suck my own (borrowed) breasts. I reached under the right breast, elevated it toward my mouth, stretched it, bent my head down... and could inhale the nipple into my mouth without much trouble as long as I supported the breast with my hand. I began sucking. Ah, yes! I felt my pussy begin to contract. "I would never get out of the bedroom." Shut up and fuck me," she sneered. "I didn't come in here forconversation!"Jerry picked up his pace and squeezed her boob. She could feel thewarmth starting to build as she started to push back at his lunges. Theharder he pushed the harder she pushed back. Faster, harder thensuddenly she felt the tremble in her stomach explode and was almost likelimp rag as she started to slump forward in ecstasy."Oh no you don't bitch," Jerry sneered as he grabbed her. ’ Contrary to popular belief, women always love to hear that. ‘Good.’ I said. ‘But I feel bad just asking you to . . .’ Did he? Did he, albeit with some guilt, just ask me to go down on him? Ha Ha, yes he did. While I was rather turned on myself, and hungry for my own release, this is what I wanted for him. I moved down and knelt between his legs. I kissed his chest and ran my fingers along the coarse hair there. I toyed gently with the belt buckle lying just above where my mouth was going to. I ran my hand on her back and her ass. It was soft and smooth. It only meant one thing.“Do you like to dress without panties?”She confirmed my suspicion, “Yes, it feels free and hot.”‘Pak’, I smacked her ass and asked, “What a naughty girl you are!”“Ahh…yes, I am a naughty girl.” She took pleasure in the spanking.‘Pak..pak’“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” I added two more slaps.“Yes.” She pushed up her redden ass for me.“Say whose ass is this?” I really wanted to hear her answer.“It’s.