Imaginary Valentine by Safe_Bet Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on...our big Valentines Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What… What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen — nothing more. You arent really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentines Days night alone. ****** I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here. Soon his precum started, I stopped sucking him got up guided his mouth to suck my boobs & this time he was wild at it. Sucking it fully as well as biting it in between, my nipples were sort of standing like his penis, he was sucking both one by one and so wildly that i wanted him to start the fucking than and there, but he had other ideas, after playing & sucking my boobs, he went out came in with a bottle of oil, poured some on my boobs, shoulders and back and started to massage me from top to. She felt his tongue enter her and move into her wetness. Reaching inside her with his tongue, he drank her liquid. His tongue slid rhythmically from inside her across her wetness up to her clitoris and back, again and again.She rocked against him until the warmth spread across her body and then she drew him back to her mouth. The simple, comfortable stimulation was too much to not take to the next step. In silent agreement, he slowly lowered his body onto hers and she felt the pressure of his. Eventually he pulls back and I open my eyes. We are still close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my lips. ‘I’ve waited to do that for so long now,’ he whispers. His hand cups my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away the tears. ‘From the first moment I saw you, I thought: ‘This girl is a handful. I like that. I’d like to kiss her someday…” ‘Why didn’t you?’ I whisper back, unwilling to break the close embrace. ‘Because. We had to work together. Inter-agent relationships aren’t allowed..