Almost immediately the door opened, and a handsome ripped young man, probably around 17 or 18, looked at me. ‘You Beth Marshal?’ I nodded shyly. �...�Great, come on in.’ Unlike the rest of the building, the inside was laden with chiffon of blue, purple, and red. The bed was a nice rich brown wood, with cream colored sheets, and a colorful quilted comforter. There was a lonely chair in the corner. The room was quite small. The bed took up most of the space. He was completely naked. He was stroking. Bob loved to kiss. A lot. And I knew that he was as much excited and fulfilled by deep, hard kissing than having his hefty cock orally serviced. So I stood, and gripping his dick in my hand, and slowly wanking him, I stuck my tongue directly and forcefully into his gaping mouth. I sucked on his tongue, spat into his mouth and licked around his face - I knew he liked that too. I nibbled at the line of his jaw, enjoying his little moans as I knew I was really turning him on. And turning him on. “Good?” Her voice wavered as she answered, “Unbelievable.” He chuckled and popped off the desk to his feet. He stepped in right next to the chair, his manhood twitching mere inches from her face as she turned to look at it. There was little doubt what he wanted, but her breath caught in her chest as she thought about it. She knew that there was no way she could get more than an inch or two of it in her mouth. “I…” She looked up into his eyes. “It’s so big.” “Give it a lick or two.” He reached. I also wanted to re-do my nails and makeup. I drew up a nice hotbath and dropped in a floral scented bath bomb. I stepped into the warmwater and lathered myself with soap, then shaving cream. I ran my razorall over my body and my face and ensured I was as smooth as a baby'sbottom. I patted myself dry when I got out and put on some lotion. Ipushed my nuts into my body and tucked my tiny clit between my legs thenput on a gaff to hold it all in place. I sat down at my mirror andstarted painting my.