I could feel the wetness around her labia as it touched my navel. With her bosoms close to my chin, I moved my head down and planted a kiss. She close... her eyes, threw her head back, and let go off a soft moan from her lips. I carried her like that to the cot and sat down, still holding her, my hands on her buttocks by now.After sitting down on the cot I spread my legs to get a firm footing as I lowered her down on my erection, just enough such that my knob touched her soft petals. I freed my. I felt a second tentacle pushing roughly into my ass, stretching painfully, twisting inside until I cried out, begging for mercy. Too much, Butterfly?Non. Jamais. I managed, already lost in the haze of exquisite pain that my body had become so adept at translating into pleasure. I felt his teeth against my throat, sharply pricking into my sensitive flesh and I surrendered myself to him, heat blossoming deep within me as I climaxed suddenly, shuddering against him, my scream erupting from my. The way your smooth pale skin looked under his rough hands...your full lips parting in a soft sigh...the line of your jaw and the tilt of your neck as he nuzzled against it. I didn't even care that he wasn't touching me. I was enraptured by you...by your full breasts and blushing pink nipples. By the gentle curve of your hips and your neatly shaved pussy...glistening wet between creamy thighs.He took you over to the bed...to MY bed...and bent you over it. You arched your back immediately,. " She took my words as an invitation. Her fingers found my ribs and she tickled me there, making me squirm and laugh and beg her to stop. Eventually, she did, so I asked her the same question. "Are you ticklish?" She looked away, then. "No," she said. But I knew it was a lie. So, I tickled her stomach and her sides and she squirmed under my touch. We began a tickle war, laughing and crying out as we went. I climbed on top of her and buried my head in her neck as I continued to tickle her..