He cradled her in his arms, tossing her legs over one arm and nestling her head against his shoulder. How did this happen? Was it an electrical short?...The cigarette? He was almost sure that she put it out before clambering on top of him. Either ways, it couldn’t have been the cigarette because the flame bloomed from every available surface. What was this? A bomb? No time to think about these things… the fire was taking over the room, and the next thing it consumed might be human flesh. Pulling. ..but you decide to wait until later, when you can devote your full attentions to her.She slurps voraciously at your cock, diving beneath the water with great gasps. You position yourself at an angle, so you can better slip your hands between her thighs. You find there a set of slickened lips, hot and aching. Sliding your fingers up to her clit, you begin to work that engorged button, and you hear her moans intensify. She bucks against your hand, making the water splash against the sides of. I begin to imagine it is my lover touching and caressing me. Stroking my lips and gently exploring and petting them, working slowly deeper yet avoiding touching my clit. My hips begin to move uncontrollably trying to force contact. Then it happens, the tip of my finger brushes across my clit and my knees almost buckle. I am lost in the feeling and I can not help my self. I take two fingers and gently pinch the hood of my clit and stroke it like my lover knows drives me crazy and my whole. But I loved how they were touching me and holding me and talking to me and talking about me… The voice in my ear continued. ‘Cut that bra off,’ he said, ‘I want her skin on display.’I panted uncontrollably to feel a cold blade caress my breasts, then I whimpered as scissors cut deftly through the front of my bra, letting my breasts and nipples rise high into the air. I felt exposed and knew that my nipples were large and taut, embarrassingly demonstrating how turned on I was.‘Good,’ said the.