As we walk down a toy isle you decide I need a squeaky toy to play with. You pick up several and then decide on a squeaky mouse for your kitten. You h...nd it to me as well. We pay for or purchases, and then you see a tag engraver machine. You pick a mouse shape and have Sex Kitten engraved on it. In the car you put the tag on the collar and then you put the collar on me. You tell me to pull my skirt up and pull my thong off. I blush but do as you say as I see the look in your eyes. You say. She pulled her face away from mine, but made no attempt to separate anything else from me.“You don’t kiss much, do you,” she observed, dryly.“What?” I was dazed. I admit it.“You’re supposed to kiss me back,” she said.“No I’m not,” I sighed. But I was thinking of much more than kissing.“Yes you are,” she said.And she kissed me again.My baser instincts kicked in.I kissed her back.And we more or less dry humped the crap out of each other. It was astonishing.I’ll be honest. Had she pulled me to the. She took a long look at the boy; he was very handsome with a slim but athletic body. She also enjoyed the apprehension which generated from him. Socially he was utterly inferior to her, but the fact that she sensed he knew that produced a lovely tingle within her. She placed her hand on his chest. He looked down, appreciating that any one of the half a dozen rings which adorned her fingers could have more than paid for the terrace house in which he lived with his parents and siblings. Yet that. Damon has taken you to the top of a cliff, given you wings to fly, and it’s up to you now to simply have faith and jump. Your body is in a full orgasmic state and is waiting for the command from your mind to simply let it go and you do, you do as you can’t hold it any second longer. All the while Damon continues to do exactly what he was doing, licking and kissing your clit, rubbing deeply and with constant pressure on your G-spot, his licks become faster as you convulse on his fingers and.