She stuck her finger into the bottom of the large glass and picked out the apple segment, and very casually, started to suck it dry of its juices (she...didn't want the fruit, just the juice). He walked over to her from the other side of the room, it felt like life in slow-motion, all sense of time and duration had gone capoot. His stride was confident and meaningful, she knew that something was going to happen, something delicious, something really truly provocative. In her dreams she replayed. I have a fetish for legs and thighs and I started fondling and kissing every part of her thighs. She was getting aroused by every second. Then I stripped her off her shorts and panty. This revealed a good pink virgin pussy.I went down on her pussy as she parted her legs for me. I gave a good lick and that was all the horny bitch need to squirt her juices on me. As a punishment, I slid my two fingers inside to which she moaned. I started fingering her and this went on for some time. She squirted. No floral scent here, but like her mother clean and a hint of soap. My mouth meets her pussy as I gently introduce the girl to the sweet simple joys of her sex, before spearing her through and through. Going slowly I relax her. She is feeling things she has never felt before. I compliment her on how pretty, how sexy and how wonderful she is. I mention how she is responding perfectly. I play with her breasts as I lick her cunt, and gently, oh so carefully suck on her clit. She is getting worked. She never wanted to lose this reverence she felt. Never wanted him to forget how much she desired and adored him. He shivered when she pulled the tie away at last and opened the top button to kiss the exposed skin. ‘I have just the thing you need.’ She murmured against his neck while the tie slithered free from around him, bright sunlight against the white shirt. ‘No touching. Understand?’ ‘Yes Mistress.’ His hands slipped behind the small of his back while she unbuttoned his shirt. ‘Because,.