The smell of the incense, the flickering light of the candles, and the soft music (Eagles, Moody Blues, and Fleetwood Mac) and the heat of her tongue ...n your body has ignited your senses, and burns into your soul… But she won’t let you touch her, or remove the blind-fold! She pauses to reach for something and you feel something else warm being spread on your cock. It smells like……hmmmmmmm fresh roasted peanuts! You are strangely turned on by this smooth warm stuff being applied. Then you hear a. Uska lund bohut ander jaa raha tha.Ab main to Titus ki taraf nahi dekh rahi thi lekin mujhe pata tha ke kya haal ho raha hoga uska mujhe aisa dekhkar. Fir Methius ne apni speed aur badha di aur meri gaand mein tez tez jhattke maarne laga.Aur fir woh jab jhadne wala hone laga to usne mujhe niche utaar diya aur mujhse khada bhi nahi hua gaya aur main ghutno per baith gayi. Aur uska lund mere muh per aa gaya. Uske lund se meri tatti ki badbu aarahi thi.Usne mere muh per apna saara gadha maal. He had pushed her, grabbed her waist and pinned her against the bed in one fell swoop. Now she lay before him, legs splayed and bent. She could feel him grab her knees, the fishnet digging into her skin. Her feet now level with the bed, knees up in the air, she watched as his lips moved forcefully between them. She gasped, his lips were wet, not that they needed to be, she had done enough on her own. He was so much more…rough than she had been. His lips sucked more than kissed, not staying in. He kissed down her body, reaching the top of her skirt and grabbed it, ripping it in two. He rubbed his thumb over her mound, down to her clit and rubbed it in circles. He pulled her panties down and she arched her body up, helping him. He through them on the floor and put her legs on his shoulders. He was now directly facing her shaved, soaking wet pussy. He lapped his tongue on her outer lips, then, without warning, shoved his tongue in her tight hole. He explored her walls."Oh, yes, Kent.".