I was constantly looking at her cleavage. She lifted my head and we started to kiss like wild dogs. I was pressing her boobs with both my hands. She w...s having one hand inside my pants, on my cock.With her other hand, she held my hair and she was kissing me. She was probably treating a man after ages so she was very very wild. Just the way I liked it. Then she ordered to remove my dress and we got naked. She was white like milk and I was looking like a slave to her.Both got naked. She jumped on. Running my tongue over your bottom lip I taste the wintergreen mint or gum you must have had at some point.Reaching up I caress my hand over your collar bone, up and around your neck as I lean in for a deeper taste of your mouth. Breaking the kiss as I lower myself to the floor between your spread legs,one foot into my hands I start to take your shoe off. Never breaking eye contact I massage the sole of your foot before moving on to the other shoe, doing the same with that foot I deeply massage. When she’d finally cooled off, she asked me, “What are you doing today?” It was almost noon at that point, and an annual “Beer Olympics”—a giant day party in Costa Mesa—was beginning in about two hours. When I told Courtney about it, she flipped out. “Oh, so you’d rather play fucking beer pong than hang out with me?” I tried to reason with her but it was hopeless. Then she threatened to leave. Normally, I’d let the girl go, but this girl was far too shit-faced to drive for my conscience to. "Ok, rub your lips together softly when I'm done and you're readyCaroline."said Darlene as she unscrewed a lipstick now before twisting him towardsher as Carl watched the red tube slide across his lips, tasting the wildberry flavor.It was only a light red, but heightened his natural color a few shadesand added some shine as he turned, taking one last glance at himself,noticing his mother using the same lipstick on herself."Am I done now?" asked Carl, half forgetting his situation, seeing.