The taste of orange Gatorade danced on my tongue as he kissed me deeply, passionately and fiercely. “Damn girl, you are a good kisser," he said and ...hen told you, "You are one lucky man.” “Well, if you think she is a good kisser, wait till she goes down on you. She is the best.” Thanks for saying that, by the way. As I continued kissing your friend, you started exploring my body, teasing my hard erect nipples with your finger tips. You then lifted up my shirt and took ownership of my breast,. .ooh...oooh...” As the seconds ticked by, the flinching of bruised flesh gave way to movements that followed the caressing fingers and the hips began a slow wiggle.“Aaaaahhh...”“That better, boy?”“Yes...oh yes...oh yes...” It was more a breath than actual speech that accompanied the healing massage. The beaten buttocks glistened deep reds and purples and their colourful writhings hit Lady Vernon with a spasm of lust between her thighs.And between the boy's thighs there now sprouted a stiff cock. To every detail it was the same. Same decor, same racks of clothes, same mannequins, everything. But, there was one difference and Angel noticed it first."Lita, this is fantastic, but I do not see any dressing rooms." "Lovely Angel, this is our VIP room. We bring such special customers in here one at a time. Only myself, Anna, and my most trusted staff will join the young ladies we bring in here. I find it much more enjoyable and convenient to allow the young ladies to simply disrobe right here. We were both inebriated, after drinking four beers each before we got to his home and were starting on our fifth from his father’s stash. Space was a little tight on the full-size bed we were sharing, but we had shared beds many times at sleepovers at each other’s homes.The bed was shaking a little, and it sounded and felt like Alan was stroking his cock, when he said, “Damn, Dave, Linda wouldn’t even let me get my fingers wet tonight, and I haven’t fucked her in over three weeks. I’ve really.