After a moment’s hesitation, she did, slowly and very, very gently, barely touching the flesh. The contact of her palms against the swollen, aching...curves made her hiss in pain. ?Squeeze,? he directed her. ?Please, they hurt so bad—? ?Squeeze, or I will.? She squeezed obligingly, crying out in pain as the deeply bruised flesh was crushed slightly beneath her own fingers. ?Good. Again.? She squeezed again, very slightly, her face twisting in pain as. On that particular night her pussy was already sopping wet and sticky from our foreplay. I was crouched between her legs and started to lick her slit when I felt a powerful trembling coursing through her body. This time, however, she pushed me on my back wriggled around and straddled my head her pussy in perfect position for me to caress. She started to softly moan as my tongue resumed licking around and between her pussy lips. I soon was anxiously pushing my tongue deep into her,. I lit up and took a moderate hit. It smelled heavy and tasted really sour, which I didn’t expect. I exhaled, coughing softly a few times. ‘I thought you said this was light stuff. What’s it called? Tastes familiar.’ Vicky took the pipe. ‘Jabberwocky, I think. Not sure. And I meant the high is low-key.’ She brought her legs up onto the couch and took a hit herself, a deep one. Before she exhaled, she grabbed my chin and brought my face close to hers. She passed the smoke to me through a shallow. The hot water felt great.I was feeling frisky. When Laura returned to the tent, I jumped her. I was all over her, and she responded in kind. Soon our hands were finding their ways down each other's clothes. "I want you so much," she hissed at me. "How much?" "Are you going to tease me?" "Maybe. Is that what you want?" "Maybe." I could tell Laura was going into one of her submissive roles. "You certainly are struggling," I snickered at her. "What are you going to do about that?" We continued to.