Without releasing from the kiss, your fingers began unbuttoning my flannel shirt…fumbling…almost tearing at the little plastic clasps with no luck... You begin trying to untuck the shirt as if to lift it over my head. Still without success. By then you were frantic in struggling to free me from my clothes. Any clothes you could have mastered in undoing, would conquer your goal, but instead you only ended up looking like a hungry dog desperately scratching and pawing at the ground search of his. Instinctively, my mouth dropped to her tiny, virgin hole. My lips covering it much like they covered her clit. I started sucking and dipping my tongue in. Luckily this was a lengthy orgasm, she just kept gushing her little girl cum into my mouth. I was lost in the taste and sensation. My thumb had moved to her clit, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. Her hips slowed down. I could feel her pussy stop throbbing around my tongue. It was subsiding. I took in the last few drops of her. The sanctuary of herroom afforded her a place to pretend for a few short hours that theoutside world didn't exist. Her mother and father, her brother, none ofthem existed here. This was her Le Marais, her Sch?neberg, her Haight,and her Soho. Even though she kept it nondescript and as ordinary as shecould; inconspicuous; with the door firmly shut and the lamp casting itssoft shadows, with a scarf over the shade it became her palace ofsecrets.She looked into the mirror at her reflection. Her hair. “Clean it all off.” I said as he licked and sucked at the base of my penis. Then I put my dick across his eyes and forehead. “Clean my balls.” I ordered. I don't think any of his cum was on my balls. I was just making the point that I was in charge and he was going to do what ever I said. He tongue my balls with enthusiasm and even sucked each one into his mouth briefly. I shoved my dick back into his mouth and said, “Get it ready, you know where it's going next.” and I fucked his mouth for a.