She felt her orgasm looming but stilled his hands, wanting more."What's wrong?" he murmured in her ear, trailing kissed and nibbles down her neck."I w...nt you to eat my pussy," she told him breathlessly, too aroused to be embarrassed by her bold request.He chuckled. "Anything you want." He let her go and watched hungrily as she stripped out of her clothes, tossing them in a pile out of the way. She lay down on the floor, spreading her legs wide, peering up at him eagerly.Down on his knees first,. I suppose you the readers are wondering what this couple looked like; well I will attempt to do their descriptions justice. He was around five foot eight tall, fairly slim build with what can best described as a rugged appearance. I could quite easily see him turning more than a few ladies heads. The girl was a few inches taller than her male friend; long blonde hair cascaded down to shoulder length and her petite figure was crowned with a generous bust line, which hinted a deep cleavage as she. "Wow," Mr. Kent ran his fingers over the tattoo of a small penis. "Thisis kind of naughty, isn't it, Marie?" he asked, slowly going completely tohis knees, as Marie raised her skirt still higher. "What's naughty?" Marie asked, her voice suddenly husky. "the tattoo orwhat you're doing?" she sat down on the wooden chair in the kitchen, her skirtnow raised completely to her waist, her panties totally exposed, as Mr. Kent,his breathing now heavier began to caress both her thighs and her belly. ‘Let’s help you decide.’I whimpered in frustration, I was so needy to rub my legs together.He kept talking. ‘You want something hard, don’t you? Something that pushes into you and into you and into you… You want it to be wide and ungiving. Something that stretches you. Pushing into you, Forcing you to open up, filling you…’He laughed at my involuntary whimper of desire. ‘Yes, you do. Let’s put a toy into the animal,’ he said. ‘She can learn what happens to sluts who can’t keep their legs.