"Please, don't tease me, please." I let him gently glide inside her burning, tight tunnel. She grabbed him and her muscles sucked him in, up the sh...ft they fluttered, I could feel her milking him. A smile crossed her screwed up face, she sighed, she whimpered. Her head left the bed as she concentrated on contracting those muscles. She was holding onto him so tight, I thought he was going to burst, I found it difficult to move him back and forth, she wanted to suck him dry. Her head. Hefound himself face to face with her. Her eyes were wide, glazed withlust. She leaned forward, licking his neck.He released her hands, tapping her chin. "Hold on."Her arms entwined around his neck, her face still in his throat. "I'mnever letting go," she husked.He stood, walking to the bed. He couldn't get her to let go, so he fellforward, arms extended to catch his weight.A pity the bed wasn't sturdy enough.There was a crack, and they fell with the mattress to land on the floor.There was one. For a minute he just stood still wondering whether someone was going to get up. It had been half an hour since Nigel & Marianne had headed for bed. He sure didn’t want to bump into Nigel heading for the loo, or worse still Marianne, whilst in his briefs and an unbuttoned shirt. Pulling his jeans back on, but leaving them undone, he waited for a couple of minutes to see if anyone would appear. Nothing. He thought he could detect some small movements of shadows and wondered what was happening.. She was barely 5 feet tall, yet had a bikini model's figure. Slender legs that magically blended into a very nice apple shaped ass accented by the tiny pair of cut-offs she was wearing and looking as though it was begging to be cupped in my hands. She was wearing a midriff baring, embroidered top that showed off her flat, taut belly and had boobs riding high that were big enough to keep the bottom front hem of her top away from her torso. Her face was, indeed angelic, with bright blue eyes, a.