Matthew could just about make out an eager tongue pressing at the soft moistness, marked by a series of light groans. Taking a firm grip on the shaft,...he began to pump up and down, fighting to stifle the gasps. "Does thinking about me make you wet, Heather?" he enquired breathily."Matthew!"The thought of arousing his demure girlfriend as she sat behind the reception desk in a public building was mightily thrilling for Matthew. It took a little more prompting, however, to hear what he craved.. In rapid succession she released more buttons, and soon her dress slid down her shoulders. She pulled away and stood by the bed for a moment. Her dress fell to the floor, revealing her glory, at last, to my eager gaze.Plush is a word I would use to describe her. She had wide hips and a nice curve to her torso. Not skinny like most lasses I'd been with lately, mature and ripe. There was extra flesh to hold on to, and hold on I did!Her skin was without blemish. It was pale in hue and below, a. (However, strict traditionalists on the lists should note that no transformation is featured in this story.)Bikini Beach: A Quiet SpellCopyrighted 2000By Radioactive LonerAnya looked out the window at the parking lot surrounding Bikini Beach. She was... a little puzzled.It was the dusk following a very warm summer day -- not one that had been incredibly humid and sticky, where people just wanted to stand in front of their air conditioning units and pretend to be popsicles. No, today's skies. My body shook as I climaxed. My pussy was dripping as he kissed me intimately down there. He made out with my pussy for another few minutes until I was done shaking. It was one of the most intense orgasm’s I’d ever had. I was panting!!! He then got between my legs, kissed deeply, and firmly pushed his cock inside my warm, wet, hairy pussy. It felt amazing and I loudly moaned as he did. He didn’t start slow, he went straight to pounding me good. It was deep and hard. I covered my mouth at first,.