Probably in the number two spot after doing it for them, the smell and taste of a woman in heat his ultimate prize. Mya/Naya had certainly adored his ...anguorous attention to her wet centrepiece. Immediately after her trembling orgasm from riding him, she'd slithered upwards to straddle Ryan's face, grinding until her cries grew to a crescendo and she came again, his insistent mouth and probing tongue bearing the brunt of their creamy fusion. He'd then rolled her over and nestled his stubble. Suddenly it dawned on her that perhaps David didn't know how to kiss. He'd been on a few group-type dates, no not dates, more like get-togethers between friends that included both sexes.She stepped back from the kiss and left her room, finally knocking on his bedroom door. "David, are you back amongst the living?" Yeah." Meet me in the kitchen."They sat around the kitchen table and talked about his touches, and she tried to explain what it felt like to be touched by his imaginary fingers.. “Uh, uh, mister. You can’t do that. I’m a good girl,” she teased, squirming with one ankle still in his grasp. He landed a series of spanks, alternating sides while he drew her back yet again, this time much more forcefully. Her tiny body was easy to maneuver despite the writhing, and they were both turned on by the roughness of it. “Fight all you want. You know you’re being a bad girl, and you’re going to get what you deserve.”Yet she still resisted, rocking side to side to evade his free. The whist-players were quite absorbed in their game. The locomotive whistled vigorously, the engineer, reversing the steam, backed the train for nearly a mile—retiring, like a jumper, in order to take a longer leap. Then, with another whistle, he began to move forward, the train increased its speed, and soon its rapidity became frightful, a prolonged screech issued from the locomotive, the piston worked up and down twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that the whole train, rushing on.