She buries her tongue between them and licks them furiously. She then moves back up to the cock she so desperately wants to pleasure. She begins sucki...g it again with her hot lips clamped around it, she strokes it gently up and down. As she becomes more excited by the feel of his cock in her mouth and the juices that flow from it, her strokes become faster and more intense. He begins to moan a little stronger and move with her strokes as to bury his cock in her throat. With each stroke that she. .My friends had spent the day trying to persuade me to go out to celebrate, but I opted to stay in. I thought a nice night alone would be a better start to 2014.So I waited till my friends left mine. The moment the last one stepped out the door, I ran to my bedroom and opened my "girly" wardrobe. Living on my own now, I've grown a large collection of clothes. I decided to throw on a nice dress and drink a few glasses of wine. So I picked out a tight black dress, it was my favourite as it seemed. ? You may say it is a curse, but to many womenit might be a blessing in disguise.? ?How can you say such things?? she enquired. ?We cannot talk outside in a place such as this; let us goinside to discuss things further.? Tointroduce myself, I am merely a traveling businessman of some of the more?unique? trends in society.? Using a rope she had out at her side for such a purpose, shepulled herself, stretched dress and all, back through the window balcony whenceshe came, and let the man in. Mainly because I’d learnt a lot about my body, what I liked, what I didn’t. And my god, did I have a fucking brilliant time learning. The hours of the train journey rolled on with the sun beating down onto my freckled shoulders, the chit chat of my friends filling my ears and the smell of fresh cut grass blowing in through the windows. But one thing remained constant, the thought of having sex. Surely I was just unlucky with my first time. I began playing out multiple different situations in.