Tentatively, I try to gently touch my eye with my pinky, which is met with immediate protest by my lacrimal glands. It hurts just right. Not too much,...just that soft, yet stinging and lasting pang which gets followed by a pleasurable feeling of heat; just the way you like it. I lick my lips with that tongue still on fire from licking the knife, covering them with the ardent substance too.Contently, I finally remove the goggles. Despite the urge, I don't go to the toilet, not before I've given. There was a much longer line this time. When she came back, we continued to dance. After a couple dances we went to watch the bull and hung out by the booth.Finally, they called her name. She looked at me with a surprised look and I told her she was up! She asked if she could have her bra and thong back but I told her there was no time, it was her turn. The guy in the booth saw her and motioned for her to come over (obviously remembered her from earlier). Again, she handed me her drink, smirked. Our lips collided. I kissed him firmly, letting our lips interlock and our tongues slide against the inside of each others mouths. My dick was getting so hard from kissing him and I was so fucking horny I would do anything right now. Alex’s penis was poking into my stomach now, so I stopped kissing him and got on my knees. Without the use of my hands I took his big fat dick into my mouth and sucked that meat as I bobbed up and down on it. In, out, in, out, I was addicted. Slurping his thick. We had planned how I was to take her virginity in meticulous detail. We would leave our guests to enjoy our wedding reception at 10 pm. As planned we had foreplay and, as midnight approached, she whispered “deflower me” and opened her legs to let me see her bush covered vagina for the first time. She guided my penis towards her and I thrusted to break her hymen. She has never failed to satisfy me emotionally or sexually ever since. When she bathes I wash her back. We have an erotic ritual. I.