My skirt had been unzipped and pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in my shoes, pantyhose and underwear. I sat down on the bed. He leaned over me, ...till kissing whatever his lips could touch, my lips, my ears, my collarbone, my cleavage, my nipples, my belly. Kneeling between my legs, he shredded my pantyhose, exposing my extremely damp panties, and letting my scent loose, making him groan with lust. Peeling them off, over my knees and leaving them dangle on my left ankle, he smiled up at. She enjoyed his hot breath against her skin and the way his fingers kneaded her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She readjusted her stance. He followed her wordless suggestion.John’s fingers worked their way up Dafina’s thighs. Encouraged by her deeper breathing and soft mewing, his fingers teased the hair around her pussy as his tongue traced patterns on her belly. Then they found her warm wetness. Dafina pushed down on the back of John’s head as she slightly arched her back. His tongue. "Wow, you really are a slut." He said, "Where do you want take my cum?"Without hesitation she replied, "On my face. In my mouth. Please, I need to taste you."John lifted Anne Marie off the bed and got her back down to her knees. Her mouth opened wide for him. He stood in front of her and started jerking off. She was licking her lips and begging him to cum all over her married face. He guided the first spurt directly into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily and he really let loose. He painted her. I was 21 at the time, generally laid back but was in a pretty fanatical phase of my fitness regime, I was pretty cut, back then and working in the bar in the city, it was great for meeting girls. At this time I was seeing one, a nice, but quite shy and quiet girl I had managed to persuade to take out a couple of times, but hadn't got any further than a fairly tame make-out session with her and I was getting frustrated.Jacqui was my manager, 37 years old, about 5'6” with bottle blonde hair in a.