And I certainly wasn’t planning to stop unless she did.Still probing her mouth with my tongue, I brought one hand around and slid it between her leg..., fondling her there. We were both breathing heavily by then, but she made no sound, beyond the occasional small whimper. Even when I pulled my mouth away from hers and dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her dress, she said nothing, did nothing. When I began to kiss and nuzzle the mound between her legs. When I reached up, letting. I penetrated her pussy with my cock and thrusting it in and in. Her pussy is tight over my cock. As i thrust hard , she shouted. I closed her lips with my lips. Massaging her thighs i started to pump over her. Kissing and sucking her soft boobs and biting her neck , i made my pumping fast and fast. She began to moan and shake her hip according to my beat. She lifted up her hip a little to get a deep thrust. I pumped her hard and hard, caressing her sweaty body. Holding her hips i. My thighs shift and squirm. I can still taste the fig on my tongue - so sweet, in all its fleshiness. Down, down - valleys made of skin. My mouth is gaping - as if for use, as if any man or woman might shove their tongue in it, lick out all that fig from it, and maybe branches would sprout from my bones. I have reached my nipples, less white - teasing them, teasing them harder - a sort of childish bullying. I feel the air in my mouth and hole and brushing against my balls. It is so sweet, and. But the fear is gone. She's ready for it.Very carefully, I let the cold steel blade push under the narrow strip of the bra between the cups. It's very quiet now, we're both holding our breath. The cups are pushed away by her mounds, which sink slightly to the sides as the material separates. I fold the razor back up, not touching the now loose bra. I leave the folded razor on the bed beside her, within her sight. But she's still staring at me. The cloth of the cups has pulled away, but only.