Her body twitched and a creamy mixture of saliva and semen spilled from her trembling lips. She collapsed on her Master’s legs, breathing heavily an... occasionally shuddering as the last of her orgasm escaped. “That was beautiful, but I’m not through with you yet, slave.” Phil grinned, stroking his slippery cock. “God, I hope not, sir.” She giggled and proceeded to clean his limp appendage and breath life back into it. Phil’s cock quickly rose to the occasion and he pushed her back. “Strip for. I lightly flicked my tongue over her sex, keeping her stimulated, but not giving her what she needed. She tried to push my head into her pussy, needing some stimulation, needing to cum. She broke down, “I need to cum!” “Beg for it!” “UUUGGGHH! Just fuck me! Fuck me like the slut that I am. I’ll be your bitch, just fuck me!” “That’s more like it! Bitch!” I drove into her. She was so wet that I easily slipped in, despite her tightness. She screamed in pleasure as I finally gave her the. Mmmm, you so wet and delicious," he said as his hand rubbedthe outline of her lips against her red silk panties. The thing is Kathy wasn't down from her sexual high and it took her afew moments to distinguish between her dream lover and the man's hand action beneath her skirt. The man's hand found its way past her skirt before she realized she wasn't dreaming. Kathy was dreaming of the first encounter with her Bajan lover in the back seat of his car. Arron was a tour guide who decided to show. We were never an ‘item.’ Neither of us was popular enough for that designation, but that’s probably why we were always so close. I had been raised in a very strict and very Christian family, so I never was allowed to dress in any way that was fashionable. In my family, everything fashionable was ‘sinful,’ anything that would show any hint of my burgeoning body was ‘moral turpitude.’ I was frightened of sex, and the natural inclinations of a budding young woman that emerged at night in erotic.