The more I tastedthe more I wanted to just crawl right up inside of her. She must of beenthinking about doing this to me the whole drive home from sch...olbecause I could tell she was wet and getting wetter. My hands slid up theleg she was standing on and came up to cup her ass cheeks. With that Icould control more where and how I could lick her. Her hips started torock against my face and her juice began to spread from my chin to mynose. I kept sucking her lips and then letting my tongue slip in. Oh my god… it doesn’t end… ‘…the way I feel…’ I close my eyes, blinded by the afterglow of the fire onstage, taking one of your hands and knitting my fingers with yours. I’m imagining the painted expanse under this shroud, imagining your lovely flesh pale against my midnight breasts, stomach, legs. I’m imagining, as below it occurs, your cock streaked with blue and disappearing into scalding heat the same color as the night. The music is rising, an ascending piano line that has always made me. I had always wanted to suck a dick, but I couldn't let anyone know that. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone" he assured me, as if he read my mind. I couldn't resist it any longer. I slowly moved my lips up his penis, which was about 7 inches long, until I reached the head. It had a small drop of pre-cum on the tip which I licked off. Surprisingly I loved the taste, and then closed my lips over his head and moved them as far down his dick as I could. I could only manage a few inches before I. “You might have not realised it, but we sort of skipped over the introduction part of the evening. It’s what you called the barman earlier,” your fingers move to her face, curling one of those wisps she normally hates around them. “You also have sunshine in your hair.” Your hand trails down the side of her neck, to the hollow at the base of her throat, strokes gently. “And sunshine in your voice.” You feel her swallow.“Oh,” she sighs. It’s all she can manage. She swallows again. “My name is –”.