Her sternum slid along the beam, and her hair shimmered as he thrust, her small, firm breasts revealed and then hidden by the ripples of her hair, mov...ng in time to Rick Jamess rhythm . . . changing . . . melding . . . Give it to me Give me that stuff That funk, that sweet, funky stuff . . . Up on her toes, the strength and height of him lifted her, impaled on his rod. The first hot wave rolled through her body, and she moaned. Rope and stiff leather held her up, stretched. Her fists clenched. ..... is that really worth the faith and devotion you pour into it.. I eased his hand between my legs opening them more so he could fully explore my balls or my hole if he so wished. Yes i was enjoying his touch immensely but right then I wanted him to fully explore another man's body, feel his balls, his arse cheeks, my erect penis, pubic hairmy stomach, chest, waist or neck. Feel the warmth of my skin and give him. something real, tangible, something he could see, taste, fondle and kiss at. And I was feeling mostly sated and deliciously wicked. As the weeks went by, I got progressively better and better at controlling the little shudders and shakes, sighs, moans, groans, and sharp intakes that accompanied my illicit orgasms. I became an expert at cumming two or three times in a row, with people browsing the racks just a few feet away. There's nothing like being at the tail end of a mind shaking orgasm, still feeling the little aftershocks and spasms, little waves of pleasure, and. Your tongue penetrating my wet canal. I can feel your nose grinding into my clit and your mouth panting hot air against my sex. ‘STOP!’ My mind shouts, stirring me from my thoughts. Your leg twitches and I pray that you don’t roll over. You let out a small sweet moan and settle again. It seems like an eternity that I freeze in this position, listening for your slumbering breath to resume. That deep rumble begins, my mouth unclamps from your sack and I watch the drool run down to wet the sheet..