I'd grab your belt, eager to take your cock in my mouth but you would push me back down with a firm hand. You'd move your mouth from mine to my tits, ...railing down my stomach to my thighs, teasing me so much, I’d be dripping wet and almost scream the words ‘taste me, you bastard’…E: My tongue would flick around the inside of your thighs and your sweet scent would fill my nostrils. I'd inhale deeply to fully appreciate you and begin to bite and kiss my way closer. With my hands in the crooks of. Placing her palms against the glass, she watched the snow fall peacefully. "James, come look!" she said without even a glance toward him. With her parents out all night on their date, Sharon had had the perfect opportunity to have her boyfriend over. James watched her from the couch, taking in the way her body curved beneath her blue sweater and tight-fitting jeans. He got up and walked over to her silently. "Beautiful," he whispered next to her ear as he placed his hands next to hers on the. He barely cleared the froth from the head of his beer when he had a cute young companion, maybe 25, tanned and well muscled. They talked haltingly, it wasn't clear whether which was thicker - his German accent or the guy's Northern brogue, or, when they got down and dirty in the back room shortly after, who was bigger elsewhere. The compact stud was a pocket rocket, tightly muscled torso and a thick salami to match, and Kurt had such an urge to fuck him hard he ripped his jeans shucking them. As I hop up inside, you see how high I have to hike up my skirt and take a moment to look at my legs again. I close the door, then roll down the window, ‘Ready…let’s go’ I say cheerfully. You walk over to a big red Ford Truck and with a cocky tone of voice, you yell back to me, ‘follow me, but also try and keep up!’ I see you follow your statement with a wink then you climb into your truck. Driving down the road, I can see you checking your side and rear view mirrors making sure I am still.