I loved Tori, really loved her, and suddenly I was terrified that I wouldn’t feel the same way after sleeping with her, or worse, that she wouldn’... feel the same way about me afterward, and I would lose her. But as quickly as it appeared, the fear evaporated. I knew, way down in the depth of my soul, that she was everything to me, and I would not feel anything less because we ‘finally’ had sex. And I knew she felt the same way. I couldn’t explain how, but I just did. I looked at her, radiantly. She licked her lips and said with a grin, “Hmm, not bad tasting at all.” she began to tentatively lick the purplish-red head of my rod, setting my sensations a-tingle right away. Then she slipped the first inch or so inside her pursed lips and began to suck very lightly. God, what a sight! And what a thrill! Bit by bit she took more of me into her sucking mouth, and she began to apply more pressure. Then I could feel her tongue swirling around the supersensitive ring. I tightened up and held on. I was not wearing a bra that day. He dug his fingers until he made me cry out in pain. He put the flat of the knife against my erect nipples and then he laughed when they contracted at the coldness. I tried to shrink away from the blade. "Do not dare to move, bitch… or I will cut you…” He treated me. Next he pinched my nipples cruelly with some kind of latex covered fingers. Tears come to my eyes. My hips jerked as I felt a rush of shame since I was reacting to his nasty touch. "You are a nice. He worked my clit with his teeth and tongue, he feasted on me licking, and sucking. He worked my pussy with his fingers, first one and then two. He fucked me in a slow rhythm with his fingers while his hot mouth feasted on my clit. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and spread my lips with his fingers. He replaced his fingers with his tongue in my pussy spearing me with it and then wiggling it around. He didnt let me cum, every time I came close he would ease back and lightly tease me to bring.