. The young man shivered again as histongue rubbed around his teeth. He could almost smell it. His own cum. What did it taste like? He couldn't qu...te remember anymore. What was itlike? Robert dropped the bag and squeezed his body tight. He couldn'tremember what his cum tasted like but he could smell it somehow and thetaste of it lay just beyond his memory. He felt himself drool a littleand his cock stirred. God. It was amazing. The taste of it. And thatwas just mine. Better than. I would then put your hand into my panties so you can feel how wet i am, so as im stroking you, your rubbing my clit as i kiss you nice and deep.I would take my hands of your cock so i could rip off your shirt, so i can lick your body as i start stroking you again.Feel free to rip mine off, I always think clothes look better on a mannequin anyway ;-) I'd push you back onto the sofa and pull your pants off, boxers and all...Then start sucking that cock deepthroat straight away, my hands behind. She then started to pull, quite strongly at her nipples, already erect and about an inch long she stretched them even longer. Oooh you naughty naughty dog she said as she tugged and pulled at her nipples. Her panting became ever faster, one hand reached down to clamp Bruisers head into her pussy, she raised her hips off the floor and started to orgasm. She hadnt had sex for a long time, which probably explained why she came so quickly. Bruiser now having access to her forbidden rear hole stuck. Jenny shrugs and takes her seat at the table as your aunt Cassandra chuckles."Reminds you of us at their age, doesn't it, Lizzie?" Aunt Cassandra asks your mother. She just shoots her sister a glare and takes moves over to the table, carrying a cake topped with two novelty candles making the number 18."Make a wish, sweetie," mom says, smiling as she moves quickly to the other side of the table, phone in hand. Cheesy though it was, the only wish you really wanted to make was to get out of this.