There was no resistance; she kept her eyes closed the whole while. Now I kissed properly, taking her lower lip in my mouth and sucking that beautiful ...uicy lip. She was responding every movement of mine; she wrapped her hands around my back and hugged me tighter. Now the kisses had transformed into a fully fledged smooch. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth and playing with each other. It was very hot and wild and I still was a bit unsure.I don’t know what happened but I broke the. This makes the thin stream into a very hot downpour that I use to cover the remaining free skin on my sister's torso. For good measure, I also pick up the red candle again and add its output to the molten torrent of pain.At the first drops from the white candles Anna opens her eyes again, realising that something has changed. When the much hotter and largely increased stream of wax hits her she cannot contain a loud moan, if in pain or pleasure I don't know, and probably neither does she. But. I can feel a wave of ecstasy wash over me as I moan even louder. You pull out your fingers and put it to your mouth to taste me. “Mmm, you taste so good,” you say. I get up and pin you down to the bed. I lean in to kiss you and taste myself on your lips. I kiss you harder, letting my tongue feel for yours. I kiss your cheek and down your neck, down your chest, right to your pants. I undo your belt and pull it out, then I undo the button and unzip your jeans, sliding them down. I lean in to kiss. “Hey, baby, ain’t you fucking gorgeous! What’s a little girl like you doing out here?”Kayla walked faster, as fast as she could on the wooden catwalk on her high heels. It made matters worse that she didn’t quite know where she was going; it was a huge construction site, and her boss was somewhere in it, waiting for the blueprints she carried. Soon she was past the nasty, hairy thugs who were leering at her, though, and she shook out her long, thick hair in self-satisfaction.At 19, Kayla was.