She traced her fingernails over his sides and felt goosebumps rise on his skin. She smiled to herself when he gave a wordless growl as she took him in...her mouth. Torture, Simon thought. She’s torturing me. It was all he could think as Connie’s mouth covered him, as her tongue slid up and down. He gripped the sheets to keep from grabbing her. After what seemed like hours, he had to make her stop. As she moved back up to look at him, he managed to focus and took her face in his hands. ‘I meant. I slowed my frenzy a little and flicked the tip of my tongue across it like you would a nipple.Megan went wild almost instantly, bucking and screaming, "Harder, do it harder!" I flicked across her butthole as hard as I could and then started to slip inside with each pass. She began to scream again, "Oh Goddddd, that's it... go deeperrrrr!" I moved my tongue back and forth inside her taut rectum as she came all over my face.She was soaked in sweat and panting hard, so I let her relax a little. Well, that was kind of obvious, was it not? We had kissed. I'd felt his hand move from my shoulder to my left breast. In less time than it took to remember that, I had decided to allow his hand to remain. Then I'd allowed him to raise my sweater up above my breasts. Nimble fingers, for he was somewhat experienced, reached behind me to unhook my bra. Excitement flooded my panties, far, far beyond anything I had ever felt from my own fingers – or Mom's vibrator.He had pushed the bra cups up and. I thought I was going to explode, but I just kept thinking of the consequences if my obsession allowed me to make the wrong move.She asked me if I had met any nice girls whilst I was out last night celebrating. I told her that there had been a few girls in the group but none were as good looking as she was. (yes, I know this was blatant). As I looked down, I noticed that some of the red wine had spilt on the hem of her blouse - 'dam', she said and went through the same routine as her skirt. I.