Your thigh flesh is like warm silk. I long to stroke you but I dare not move, because if I do my fingers will brush against your girlhood and I will b... lost. My erection is pressing hard on the outside of your thigh. You must be able to feel its heat!Your easy readiness in these matters arouses my suspicions. I ask you if anyone other than the tattoo artist has ever touched you. You are distracted for a moment while you tell me that Jules came to your bed one night and lifted your nightie. I. " "Are you fucking kidding, me Des?" His head sweeps down than up, surveying me, sparing a couple seconds for my eyes, and goes back to admiring my breasts, which he doesn't let go of. "Look at you. You're perfect. Oh my god I can't believe you're letting me touch you. Oh my god this really fucking happening." I smile. I am genuinely turned on. "Would you like to do more than just touch me? "YES." "Yes?" "Please." "Tell me what you want." He meets my gaze for a flash. "I want to lick on them,". ”Hearing your friend Amanda talk to me that way starts to get you really wet and horny again, Olivia.I stand up and Amanda gets up off of the blanket and walks over in front of me and gets down on her knees wiggling her ass back and forth as she settles into the blanket in the sand. I flex my cock up and down in front of Amanda’s mouth—at first she stares at it, then she looks up into my eyes and she opens her mouth, waiting for me to fill it with cock and pretend that she is you. I look over. There were people in the distance, but it was a quiet night and the city was shutting down.Sadie had recently ended things with the only man she’d ever loved. They’d met in college and moved in together shortly after. Five years later, he spent most of his time playing video games instead of talking to his fiance. She made the choice to leave and never looked back.It was our first official date, but we’d been circling one another for months. We’d both taken the next day off work. There was.