"No, you'll have to find out about that number for yourself." He noticed the lust in her bright blue eyes, and the tip of her tongue wetting her lips ...ide to side. He looked down at her magnificent breasts trying to escape from the top of her dress, and the deep cleavage between them. Further down, her long left leg crept out from between the front panels of her dress as she crossed it over the right one, displaying her stocking clad flesh and the beginning of the lace stocking top.She learned. He unclipped the waistband of his loincloth and it fell to the floor. As big, strong, and muscular as this guy was his cock was a bit of a disappointment. But, what did I care? I was there for his cum. I gently grabbed the tip of his cock, held it up against his abdomen and started kissing his balls, gently sucking on them and finally licking them like I would a pussy. I started mouthing my way up and down his shaft, before licking long strokes from balls to head, as if it were a melting ice. The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a rigid prick deep in her churning cunt fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was better than nothing.He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh of her tit before starting a spiral down the slope of her boob. When he finally reached the base of her tit, he buried his face in the deep canyon. He told me to suck his cock. I wouldnt- He was back against her, his skin pressing hard against the welts that covered her skin. He kissed her neck before pulling away. He struck her again. And again. This time working his way back down starting at her shoulders. He criss-crossed the strikes over the last set. Her back, she knew, would look like a finely drawn grid. Every lash, every inflamed red strike, would be perfectly equidistant from the last. They would cross in the exact same place,.