She cried, “Don’t stop. Make me come.”There was no chance that I was going to stop. I was lost in her. I drank up her juices and assaulted her c...it relentlessly. Though I scraped my knuckles on the edge of the desk in the process, I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them toward me. Her walls squeezed around the digits, promising an even tighter squeeze later on.“Yes. Right there,” she encouraged me. “Don’t stop. Make me come. You’re going to make me come.”The angle was awkward, and my. Kriswasn't your prototypical bodyguard in the fact he was 5'10" maybe 165pounds, surfer blond hair and a cut to match. "Just relax. I didn't ratyou out when you told me 2 years ago and don't plan on doing here withtotal strangers. How would that make me look?" You're right as always," I said and smiled. "You are the best friend a gayguy could have." I wouldn't say that dude," Kris laughed."Well you are. You always took up for me when everyone knew last year.You have never questioned why and. The college (which was a pretty run down place with no discipline, especially on sexual matters) got rid of the emails pretty quickly. I was interviewed about it; they sort of knew I did it, but I had used her email address to send the email (so technically I had the defence that as she had the material she could be trying to frame me), and she was too scared to do anything, and had insisted they were fakes, and didn’t want to go back on her story, so they couldn't do anything to me. plus they. He wanted her to build the anticipation higher and higher. It was working she spread her thighs as wide now as she could get them. His face was now kissing the upper most tops of her inner thigh His cheek was touching her pussy now. She held his head tighter trying to move it over so his mouth was on her cunt not her thigh. But B remained where he wanted to be. He inhaled deeply, smelling her divine odor. He moves a little towards the center and quickly kiss her snatch directly in the center.