"I hope so, sis," I moaned, placing my hands on her head.I felt her finish the job on me, and I felt weaker than ever in the process too. I did my bes... to keep my eyes on her with my hands on her head because she rocked my world, and it was the least I could do for her.I felt her suction intensify, and my ankles became so weak, I knew it was just a matter of time before I lost my balance. Even with that in mind, I just waited for it to happen, because, with her, it added value for the memory,. His jeans rough against her hairless lips. Rough on the sensitive tissue. Her hips pushed up as she rutted against him. Her bare ass on the surface of her desk as she dry fucked him - hardly dry when her sex oozed juices all over.Her hands reached down between them. Gripped his jeans, pulling them open. “Why?” she sobbed as her red nails gripped his boxers. “Why?” Her hands pulled them down to his thighs, his cock slipping under her skirt. “Why? Why? Why?” she hissed as she pressed it down. It was the sensual feelings from my skin, my nipples, and my own sexuality. Even hidden inside the dress my body was on display. Since puberty I found my nipples extraordinarily sensitive. In this dress just the movement of the fabric across their tips made me shiver. I pushed up the panel covering the window, and looked out at the grey taxi way, my own reflection a ghostly shadow on the sealed safety glass. I saw the man move his head in the reflection, and smile knowing my skirt hem had. "God! Where do you get that stuff anyway?"Licorice wanted a lap dance and I ignored him. I wasn't really feeling very sexy right then, but I wondered what I'd do if some girl had been sitting on my bedroom floor, asking me for a sexy dance ... Well, what would I be doing standing on my bed in panties anyway? Duh! I really thought there was something wrong with me sometimes. I just hoped it wasn't my sexual orientation because I really liked my boyfriend's cock, you know?"Tiffany? Are you.