She loved it when he sucked and kissed them. She loved that personal, romantic passionate attention, and she knew she’d want more then life could of...er her. He was on them like a leach on garbage. He was attached and attentive. He consumed them and she adored that. Seeing as she did, she reached down and petted his crotch. She stroked it and stroked it as if there was no tomorrow. He grew hard by her doing that alone. He moaned. He pushed himself up into her body as she stroked his loins. I got onto the toilet and sat there for a while. My pussy was a little sore as I wiped at it.I returned to the front room naked and with a bit of a sore pussy. I was a little embarrassed over my lack of controlling my pee. I sat back down between the two of them. I hung my head down onto my chest.“Sorry about that you guys,” I said sheepishly. “Hell girl don’t be sorry I loved the hell out of it,” Steve yelled at me.“Girl you are one hell of a slut,” Phil said as he lifted my head up from my. So when the candle started dripping wax all over her right breast, and then made a steady line over to her left and that nipple, the most sound that Kristen let out was an agonized hiss. Agonized and yet turned on too. The pain was erotic, hot, the smell of the wax causing some kind of reaction in her brain. The candlestick dripped was onto her breasts and stomach until that candle was half out... the other two were still as long and fat as ever when it hopped down between her spread. Martha breathed. "Oh. Ronnie. This one's very powerful."Ronnie said, "You think so?" Just right," Martha said.The fifth picture had a similar activity, but now the woman's nipples dripped a slurp of cum, and the woman's mouth seemed to be opened more as the face looked down, as if the woman were saying "Ah" as she watched a new, thick, very long curl of sperm splash upward toward her breasts, and two smaller slurps dripped from the woman's nipple. This series of drawings was seriously turning.