He then moved down my body, running his tongue along the lines of my torso, his fingers continuing to massage my ass cheeks.Then he unbuttoned my jean..., and pulled them down in one swift movement, taking my briefs with them, my now semi erect cock bouncing out as they fell to the floor.He suddenly got up and stepped away from me 2 or 3 steps, and stared at me as he took off his clothes. I had no idea what he was planning, but I was getting incredibly horny thinking about what it might be.Coming. "You taste much better though." He kissed me again. "Now run off miss, I'll probably see you on South Street time and time again. He continued to kiss me as I put on my bra and it didn't help me. I needed to go, but I wanted to stay so much. I kissed his lips and ran my tongue over them. I rubbed the back of his neck and those cute little ears. He was so soft, his tongue did not shove its way into my mouth but lightly knocked on the door, the passageway to my sex and passion. I kissed his hand.. Young men came home with tall, toned, immaculate bodies of sculpted muscle and rigid, masculine features. The ladies could sashay pridefully with their full, heaving bustlines, thick swaying hips, shapely legs, and plump-lipped grins. The Project turned the mundane into the divine, cranking out supermodels like a lust-crazed assembly line.For others, the project was a promise of long sought comfort and relief. The transgender community flocked to the Project, stricken to tears by the ability to. My tongue made its way all the way up your thigh and slowly slipped inside you. Once in I let it dance around your clit. Alternating my licking sucking and sliding as I squeezed your thighs you were wiggling in delight. Just before you peaked you begged me to be inside of you. I ripped my shirt off your hands helping and I slide my pants completely off. I said that it wasn’t fair unless you joined my. So I helped you out of your shirt. The cold air instantly lapping against your nipples.