The tits, he had decided would be left for another form of torture. The hits came one after another, different types of hits, different places, never...really knowing what to expect next but knowing he was getting closer and closer to her most sensitive area. She was both dreading that moment and willing it come faster. As each hit both drove her arousal higher and increased the pain and sensitivity of her quickly reddening skin, was driving herself made trying to guess when that moment might. What if he did not want to see me? What if he forgot who I was? Shit what if he was just playing around? All these thoughts were instantly blown a way when he saw me. He smiled and we chatted for a bit. He was off work in about 45 minutes so I waited somewhat patiently. Finally he walked out and we headed to his apartment. I did my best to stay calm and that was real hard. As we entered his apartment he turned, pushed the door shut behind me and gently placed his hands on my shoulders. Applying. Nat tasted like vanilla lip-gloss, and Annie was a mix of lipstick and loneliness. Hands were soon inside shirts, and Annie was soon sitting on Nat, knees on the chairs next to them.“Please, Annie, not here, there’s other people around and I’m a moaner. Let’s go back to my place.”They stood up quietly and walked out of the theatre inconspicuously.As they reached the apartment door, Nat pushed Annie against the door, and slowly moved her knee in between Annie’s legs as they made out. Annie loved. You lean back into me and I bite my lip, I casually reach around you (skimming your waist with my fingertips) and pick up one of the glasses. Still keeping an eye on you I slowly sip from the glass. You've picked up your own glass now as well as the bowl of strawberries, you're sitting on the side of the bathtub. Such beauty, I catch my breath. Once again my cunt aches for relief.Slowly, without ever looking away from me, you take a strawberry and bite into it, letting the juices run down your.