She steps back and tugs playfully at the front of my jeans pulling me towards the bed. Her nimble fingers unfasten the buckle of the stiff leather bel... easily and pulls it free, letting it fall to the floor. She presses her sweet lips to my body and kisses my chest over and over, drawing in my nipples between her teeth and biting sensuously. Her tongue draws a line up the center of my chest from my navel to my neck. She nibbles seductively at my neck and ears until the animal lust is barely. They set up a guest room for me. In the first morning they had insisted that Helene was to go shopping for essentials for me instead of me picking up my stuff from home! “No no no… if you go home you might not want to come back… you really don’t want this dream to end, do you mon cher?” and so I had not returned home for 3 days and the only explanation I had given my friend Kristen was that I had taken a little holiday but would let her know more on my return. As Helene came into my room and. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises, shit I know wasn't. When the lights came back up, Savannah sashayed over to the table and dropped to the floor, twerking and clapping her ass cheeks as she rose.She turned and faced all the horny spectators and licked her lips. As the men growled, she ran her middle finger down her slit and pushed into her tightness. Her moans filled the room as her slim finger found her hot spot, rubbing against the bulging button, building blissful pressure between her hips.Her thumb rubbed beneath her tiny hood, adding to her.