This girl was an enthusiastic massage recipient.From my foot of the bed position, my fingers danced up the outside of her legs to the sides of her rib...cage where they played momentarily. Her butt gyrated; I took this as a pleasure point and like dancers on the dance floor who don’t need to talk, we communicated silently. I lifted slightly, her butt willingly raised off the table. Of course, I was leaning forward in this position. I welcomed her butt approaching my face but restrained myself. ”“It taste better than it looks,” I moaned.Thrak smiled at me. I smiled back. It was wonderful.And then his mouth buried into my pussy and it grew even better.My breasts jiggled, nipples hard and glistening. I humped into his mouth, using my legs to raise my hips up and down. I loved the hard feel of his piercings and the softer feel of his lips and tongue. His hands wrapped around my thighs, sliding up, caressing my stomach.I gasped and squirmed when his finger probed my bellybutton. Ticklish. She saw my hesitation and laughed harshly. "Ya's gots more tings dan me, but bein' warm is the onliest now ting. We's share or we's both deaders." Now her accent was that of the northern streets. She was very odd, that was for sure. It was like there were a half dozen girls wrapped inside her body.But she was right and stiffly, stubbornly, I crawled in next to her. She cursed my cold body, until her shaking and trembling left her senseless.I was embarrassed. Never in my life had I needed this. Where were we, yes, she opens the door and we enter, her heels are making those mesmerizing sounds when they hit their wooden floor. By the time she shuts the door, she let her purse to the foor. Good she isn’t waisting any time, I like that. White coat goes off uncovering her sensual body. Today I caught her with azure blue dress that fit her perfectly highlighting her prety decent tits, her waist and bellow that she enjoys a thong so tight you can see every line. She really doesn’t give a.