“Almost,” I said.Emily crossed the room toward the bed. I’m sorry to admit it, but my eyes were drawn to her nubile, feminine charms. But I’m ... guy, after all. Her breasts were small—I’d say plum-sized—or perhaps the size of small apples. Her tummy was flat, and between her legs was a triangular, auburn, well-trimmed bush.As she turned to sit next to me, I noticed a beautiful, three-inch, Monarch butterfly tattoo near the top of her left butt cheek—similar to the butterfly Lisa had on her left. I licked her nipple and touched the base of her waist all the way down to her ass. At the same time she was licked her fingers and touched her other breast then made me lick her fingers. She was obviously a pro at this and after about 20 more minutes of fondling each other she flipped over and forced my head down to her waist.“Make me come you little bitch. And you better do it good, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”I started to taste her. I licked her pussy lips first and she giggled when I. He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.Melanie's senses whirled. He wasn't being gentle anymore. His cock slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like lance that pounded into her. Amy knew what to do with her hand; it went right to his thigh, inches from his hard-on. Eric reluctantly took this as his cue and quickly stood and turned away to hide his obvious erection.“Gotta hit the toilet. Anyone need anything,” he asked without turning around.“No, we’re good,” Amy said, looking at Bill’s blue eyes.When Eric closed the patio door, Bill said, “Amy, what are we doing?”“I think we’re going to have a good time. Don't you, Bill?” She turned to him and her left tit was pressed.