Are you ready, Fifi? It'sfor your own good." Oui, monsieur." I gritted my teeth.SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. I writhed in her lap. With each strike Isq...ealed. It helped to bridge me between each blow. I panted in reliefwhen the last one landed. I tried to rise but she told me to stay inplace. I heard the click of a cellphone camera."You took a photo of Fifi's distress, monsieur?" I said."If you could only see what I can see. That skin of yours really reddensup. You're a very attractive shade. We barely made the shower ... road grime.I washed her, she fell asleep washing me, I patted her dry and carried her to the enormous bed, tossed her in the middle, tossed myself at the edge and was asleep before I landed. I never even noticed the bounce.The morning was a little different, but that is none of your business. The shower afterwards was as romantic as I could make it without missing our 11 AM checkout.I know ... my credit card is good for millions but that place put a serious dent in. “It’s okay.” She chuckled low in her throat, running her fingers through my hair. “I love your enthusiasm. She’s just – mmmm – very sensitive...”I pulled my lips up from her clit and pursed them, blowing a stream of warm air over her wet, throbbing center. “Better?”“Mmmm. Oh, that’s lovely. Yes.”I loved this: feeling her against my lips. Exposing the tiny pink pearl of her and chasing it with my tongue. The way her inner thighs clamped against my head when she climaxed; the feeling of her toes. " I like having you here as well," she said as she reached down and took my cock in her hand. I was nineteen so I was pretty hard, of course, so I asked her if she'd like me to give her oral again.So I moved around, lying next to her, both of us on our sides as I laid my head on her legs to begin tonguing her pussy.As I did, I felt her warm, moist lips slide over my cock head to begin softly sucking.We went slowly, the late afternoon was warm now and the birds were softly chirping, it felt like.