.however she didn't let me out,With the bare body still pressed up against me,She wanted to make sure I wasn't the enemy,Out of nowhere,she licked my ...rom the bottom of lip..going all the way down,Back up again as if she wanted me to be any more turned on,In the back of her mind,this is the only way,I'll seduce him so that i'll live another day,In the back of his mind,why me??I'll just go along with it until she's happy,Leaving kisses over my abs,Lightly bit down and i had to grab,Just grab. Her name was Carole, she was French, and hot as fuck. Whenever I was round there I would flirt with Carole, my mind racing about how I would have liked to have been balls-deep in her pussy. She was average height, with perky tits, fantastic legs, dark hair and eyes, and a naughty smile. One day, Anne and Carole were at work and I was home alone, horny as hell. A thought occurred to me, and with my cock absolutely rock hard, I went into Carole's bedroom and went through her laundry basket. Though I have heard rumours of a thing called a midnight feast which apparently is a joy to behold, though I've never actually witnessed one. Then, two weeks ago, a new bliss entered our lives. No longer were we merely consumables we had also been upgraded to sex toys. We'll, the Twitterati went mad with the excitement. It was definitely bigger news around here than Kim Kardashian balancing a glass of fizz on her substantial posterior. It started with the soft fruits and the cream; word. He soon moved over me, sliding into me at the same time and never taking his eyes of off mine. He was too tall to move his lips to my budding breasts but he did kiss my forehead and let the hands do the playing with my hard nipples, trying to cup them in an awkward hand gesture. He seemed to enjoy looking down between us, seeing my hard pennis moving back and forth over my stomach as he moved in me. It didn't take long and I could now feel the sensation of another cumming in me, to help his.