I love how your skin tastes. I whisper in your ear, ‘Baby, I want to taste you.’ I feel your shiver and groan. My mouth actually starts to water j...st thinking about how you taste. I kiss my way down your chest and unbutton your shirt as I go. ‘God, Angel, you drive me fucking nuts.’ I slide my hand up your thigh, squeezing your thick hard length through your pants. I am loosening your belt buckle. Your eyes shut, your breath stutters when you hear the zipper going down and feel the heat of my. ..” I whimpered softly. He was teasing me, toying with me. He knew he was in charge and wanted me to know it too!“I guess I’ll choose then. Hmm, they both look delicious, but I think I’ll start with the left one!” and his hot mouth closed over my left nipple.“Oh God Kevin!” I moaned aloud now. My nipples were sensitive and loved to be licked and sucked. This guy was hitting all the marks! My back arched again as I thrust my breasts upward towards that volcano of a mouth.My head was fogged over. . I tried to tell her that he just needed to be slowed down. She thanked me for saving her marriage." That's great, Sandra. You must feel proud of yourself. I do hope that you got more out of it than a thank you."Sandra didn't respond, except to say that she was looking forward to hearing from me regarding Baltimore. I was relating the strange phone call to Wanda when my phone rang again. She looked at me, questioning, to see I wanted her to answer. I shook my head, and motioned for her to. She never really acted like she knew she just naturally looked good. She had a carefree attitude about her looks that always made her seem like she didn’t put in too much effort or just knew she didn’t need to. Either way, she dropped her work bag, grabbed a different purse and asked if I was ready to go.“Yeah, I’m ready. I really need a drink. It’s been a long fucking week,” I said. “Girl, tell me about it. Let’s go - I’m starving,” Jill replied.We hopped in her car and took off for Cinco. In.