‘Could that ever be, Kitty?’ he murmured, his voice caught in her neck. ‘Could you ever choose to be mine?’ Kitty felt a familiar ferment of d...sire and anger, pride and lust. His arrogance was simultaneously arousing and infuriating, his sure grasp of exactly how to bring her to heel maddened her and yet it was exciting. She had never felt an attraction of this magnitude before. All the well-born eligible young men she had met at Templecombe or the Bath Pump Rooms had seemed just a parade of. I could only imagine how good it was going to feel when she took my bulging penis and engulfed it with her wet, warm mouth.Monica took her time tickling and playing with my ball sacs and my stiff cock, until she had me vibrating. Leaning over, from between my legs, I could feel her hot breath on the shaft. Then I felt her hot tongue flick over my balls,wetting them as she opened her mouth and lowered her wet lips onto the top of each testicle, engulfing each ball and soaking them, ever so. She rotated her body a little and moved her leg and I let my hand drift to the top of her panties and at the same time her hand moved further down. I wasn't sure if she finally fell asleep and her movements were just the usual adjustments or if she was pretending to be asleep and really just being submissive.I slipped my hand just under the edge of her shirt and slide it ever so slightly down her back slipping my fingers under her the top of her panties. The thought in my head at that moment. ‘A really knowledgeable, carnal lover: someone like you, Karl.’ Karl thought about it and asked Xalika how long she was staying at the resort. ‘Only until tomorrow,’ was her reply. ‘Then let’s spend that time trying to get you satisfied.’ She looked across at him and idly rubbed her left nipple through her thin stretched bikini top. ‘I think that is a good idea. What do you plan to do to me?’ Karl didn’t answer, just stood up, helped her up by the hand and led her back to his room. Inside,.