I was at the most attractive part of her, those thighs are really making me mad and my tongue got into action and I’m sucking like a slave and she r...moved her panty and the real dare game has started now.Those pink lips wanted my tongue action and I first kissed one pussy lip softly which tasted sour but sweet to heart, and I’m suckingThose pussy lips softly and crushed one lip under my teeth and then she shouted “Stupid!! Make it slowly”.I slowly restarted the action and was sucking her pussy. Disoriented and angry, she waved the thing in her hand around in the air. People started screaming. In her drugged state, she wondered why they were screaming. There was pushing and shoving as people tried to back away from her.While Betsy’s mind was trapped in reconstructing her memories of that night, her body was running on autopilot. She was now thrusting her hands into the sand with sufficient force and speed to make a ‘swi—ich’ sound like a piece of sandpaper rubbing against a rock. Her. He moved it until it was just above her pussy lips."What are you doing?" she said breathlessly."Just flavoring my meal a bit,' he answered teasingly."Don't you dare spill any of that on the carpet."He didn't answer. Instead he tipped the glass slowly, letting a small stream of the liquid spill out onto her sex. She moaned as she felt the cold wine on her lips. He lowered his head and put his tongue to her, licking up what he had spilled. The contrast of cold and hot made her cry out in. She lay down on a lounge chair in front of her house and closed her eyes. Me eyes wouldn’t have closed if someone had sprayed mace in them. I sat there dumbstruck and simply watched her for the better part of an hour. After a while, I felt a growing pressure from my groin and without taking my eyes off her, dropped my pants. I grasped my rock-hard tool. As I watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath, I stroked myself rapidly. My eyes dropped to the vee between her legs, knowing all.