You rub the head smoothly around your lips, almost smiling at me. I am going mad with lust, surrendering every coherent thought to your attentions. Yo...r tongue slips from your mouth, wrapping around my sensitive head, then sliding down my shaft, your face turning to the side. Your lips close around the side of the shaft, sliding upward until you once again take me into your mouth. I groan as you begin again, sliding up and down my shaft in increasing speed as my cock fucks into your beautiful. I pulled on a pink thong and black mini-skirt, which mom had previously referred to as a belt as it barely covered my arse or pussy but to me, it showed off my legs, especially with bare feet. Finally, I pulled on a vest crop top, which fell just below my breasts, leaving my toned flat stomach uncovered. I gave my hair a quick brush, then showed off in front of the laptop, before shutting it down.Nervously, I went downstairs and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. Nearing the open. Her opening rests over the cock, like she could put her whole weight on it, lift her legs off the bed and she’s just sit on top of it like a stool. She decides to make a token effort, lowering herself down, taking more and more weight onto her tiny opening. Eventually she feels a little give, but even that gives such an intense feeling of stretching she tenses up. ‘Let’s try a different position’. From the tone of his voice she can sense his frustration and she worries he’s getting angry. If. Jeez, what a jerk, but eventually he worked up the nerve to ask what I was doing after the party."Huh," I mumbled. It was 3:15 A.M."Well, uh, if you're taking off now... do you want company?" Sure," I said, grabbing my coat. I considered saying "I never do this," since I don't. Well, not THAT often anyway. Then I had these strange thoughts flashing through my mind. Why should I care what Bob thinks? Come to think of it, how will he know? I shrugged those thoughts off and concentrated on.