"Badly," I said gazing back down towards his cock as I subtly licked my lips."Beg," he commanded."God, I want your cock," I said as I knelt in front o... him with a puzzled look on my face. "Please, I want to taste you..." Don't fucking touch it," he said. "What do you want to do with it?" Fuck, Please!" I continued as I watched his cock expand in front of me, "I'll do anything you want. God, I want to taste you... I want you inside me." Reach for it then," he said.Reaching for his cock, I. This was all explained (though other questions came up, and more than questions) when I turned and saw a naked Maria Sanchez standing in my bedroom doorway."I told the woman downstairs that I was going to meet you here to go out, but you were late. She said that since I would need a key to get out of your apartment, she would let me in to wait for you..."I wanted to thank you in my own way!"And I found my arms full of a warm, soft, eager woman. The only thing wrong with the situation was that I. Next, not bothering to look around and see if anyone was watching — for she knew full well they were — she removed her bodice and hung it carefully next to her cloak. Reaching back, she quickly and expertly undid her brassiere, which she laid neatly on top of her shoes and stockings. Finally, it was off with her skirt. In keeping with a private tradition that she had enjoyed for some time now, Elizabeth eschewed any underclothing beneath her skirt for a day or two once she was free of the. He was typing, taking forever to send a few more words into cyberspace that would eventually get to me. He knew I loved seeing him, or more so, him seeing me."I expected you to be ready by now."I shook my head at his words. Tease. I was ready, and we both knew I was. I set my tablet to lean against the headboard of my bed, pressing onto his chat window on the tablet and quickly started the phone call. The dialtone only rang once before it fell quiet and he appeared on screen. He must've been.