My tummy was tickled by the fine wisps of down I’d left upon her mound, which pressed under my ribs. As my breath grew heavier, I felt her hips roll...upwards and her legs folded around me. Her labia opened and her wetness touched my flesh. I tensed the muscles of my tummy to feel more of it paint my skin.“I am so wet!" she exclaimed, breathlessly. “Fuck me with your nipples!" I eased myself down between her thighs and grabbed the fullness of my breast, guiding my hard nipple into her. "They're too big," I replied in a very small voice, but again he silenced me with a finger to my lips."You are not to speak unless I ask you a question," he said sternly. This would be the first of a whole weekend's worth of rules. I would remember them all, however. I remember them to this day.He sliced off the panties, too, though there was really no reason to do so except to emphasize the finality of their destruction. He knelt and supported me again with an arm around my buttocks as he. Moments later, the front of his trousers were ripped open and the long forgotten ecstasy of fervent oral stimulation overwhelmed him. Masterfully, she drew the limp organ slowly past her full lips until it was fully engulfed, and brought her tongue into play, circling the slowly engorging trophy with inhuman speed. Her hands gently caressed the wrinkled ball sack, urging the precious seed from their dormant vestiges through the narrow tubes into his inflating prostrate. His long neglected. His tongue replaces his fingers and my head rolls back with a sigh. His hands cup my breasts and pull the straps off my shoulders. As they are exposed his mouth teases every inch of skin. I cry out as he takes my nipples between his teeth and lightly bites. I pull off his shirt and begin kissing along his collar bone and down over his chest. My fingers move up his sides and draw circles on his back. I stand fully to kiss him again and draw our bodies close together. My breasts crushed against.