I suck on your clit and reach up to play with those sensitive nipples of yours. You push my face into your pussy and my tongue laces around your clit,...again and again, sliding up and applying pressure to just the right spot and then grazing back down to taste more of your sticky sweet wetness.Your free hand feels for your own breast and you pinch your hard nipple as I fondle the other. Your back arches and…God, I love those massive breasts of yours. “Fuck, yes—yes! R-right there...”You pull at. "I hope it's a chipmunk," said Jirra with a grin, referring to Alexis'snickname that she had as a kid. "That would be my luck," said Alexis. "Just remember that they really aren't animals. They just pick the formof an animal," said Jirra. "So if my guide is a predator there's no danger that it will eat yourguide, right?" Jirra nodded. "That's what I've been told."Both women undressed and sat down on the rugs. "Now, close your eyes and clear your mind. Try not to think ofanything," said Jirra.. It’s a remote control vibrator.”She suddenly squatted down a little and pulled it out of her pussy. It was a flexible dildo about six inches long with a bulb at the end to hold it in. there was a triangular piece that came up to cover her front. It was very light.“See, you put this in your pussy… oh, shit… and when it’s fully inside… oh crap, it’s ready to go. The front has a little nub that rubs against my clit. The best part is that you can control it with your phone. Just download the app.. ‘You won’t regret it, I promise.’ ‘But I -‘ Rachel put her hand on my arm. ‘Please, Tony! I haven’t sold a thing all day. Just for me? Please?’ If she’d offered me a plastic statue of Adolf Hitler at that moment I’d have bought it, so I paid my twenty quid – and here it was. A ratty, battered, fugly, expensive jug: my very first antique. I picked it up and turned it over and examined the bottom. There were words etched there, probably some sort of hallmark, and I rubbed the warm metal to remove.