.Then she felt His hand on the back of her blonde head gently pushing herface forward so she could smell the intoxicating aroma of His leather pantsbu... also the rigid hardness that was behind the smooth material. At thatpoint she had a fucking ocean between her legs.?You want that, don?t you slave?? He said knowingly.?Yes Sir,? she whispered wantonly. That?s when she felt Him grab a lock ofher hair and roughly force her head back. ?I couldn?t hear you slave!? Hespoke strongly but softly.?Yes. He was pressing his tongue on my flesh around the nipple and lick around it.– yeah, baby…lick me more –He would hold my nipple with his lips and suck it, opening and closing his jaws and bite it with his teeth covered by his lips. Really, he was a better boob eater than both Alex and James.After a while, he came back to my mouth and we were eating each other, while our tongues were fighting. My hands were holding his neck firm against me while his hands were running all over my body, squeezing. “That sounds perfect.”“Speaking of perfect,” he says. “I need to suck on your perfect tits.” With that, he begins to unbutton my shirt, a pure example of multitasking as his cock is still buried deep inside, and he’s still thrusting into me. So I decide to help, and the job goes much quicker. He bends his mouth to one of my nipples, taking it gently between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it. With his free hand, he rolls my other nipple between his fingers.“Oh, Brad…” I moan. Boy was I surprised. I was watching the neighbors TV and enjoying myself when I heard a loud roar coming up the street. Shit, I thought. I'd forgotten to put the trash out. I looked out the window and saw Justine wheeling the heavy can out to the curb. Then I saw the trash guy get off the truck and go to help her. He emptied the can into his truck and she wheeled it back to the side of our house.He followed her into the house. I ran around to the side of the house where I could see what was.