She had admired her curves, envied them, but now she hungered for them. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t…’ Jenna started. She stopped when Trish kis...ed her. For a second, surprised she pulled back. Trish almost stopped, embarrassed and confused but then she felt Jenna’s tongue flick across her lips and opened her mouth again. Their two tongues caressed, dancing around each other. Trish ran hers around Jenna’s lips. They were soft and plump and wet. Her face was as soft as satin. Trish didn’t know what. . but you are going to have to share the good stories some time, you know." A gentleman, gentlemen, never talks." He assured them, ushering them a little quicker than was necessary towards the door. By the time he'd gotten them all out, Marcus had the kettle boiled, though he was still clutching at his bag."It wasn't like that, Marcus, I promise." Like what?" It... Shawna and me. It wasn't." Wasn't? You mean it isn't still... not like that?" Broke it off tonight... nothing harsh, you know. It. Confidently, proudly, he guides me through the lobby, his large hand on the small of my back. It stays in place as we wait for the elevator, warming me. Lending me strength. The elevator ride to the room lasts forever, yet was over too quickly for my peace of mind. With absolute authority, he guides me down the hall and stops before a door which he opens and motions me to enter. The suite is beautiful, opulent by any standards. All gleaming woodwork and tasteful decor. He watches me move about. It was good enough to stretch me out an extra inch at least. Then her head disappeared and next thing I felt was the moistness of her mouth around my glans. Oh hell, did she know how to treat a man. She was so soft, so tender, yet her lips stayed round my knob. Never ventured down what little shaft protruded through the fence. She licked, she sucked, she drew her tongue teasingly over it, her teeth closed gently round it sending shock waves through my whole body. All I could say, in between my.