I simultaneously slid myself fully home on his cock as I kissed his handsome, slightly stubbly face and watched his eyes flicker home. His realisation...of the situation was priceless and he let out his own satisfied purr, his hands reaching for my bottom. I immediately began a slow grind into his crotch, my clit pushing hard onto his pubic bone giving me a whole new set of pleasures. I buried my head into his shoulder and he started to lick and nibble on my ear as he met my grinding with some of. I'm not a hairy girl like most dark haired girls are, blond bushes tend to be whispy and men can lick each individual hair before crossing onto our inner lips, that thought makes my fingers twitch, so looking in my full length mirror, I decided if there was a wardrobe malfunction, or a moment of forgetfulness, it only be fair to those eyes looking, that they see smooth curves and not a mangled matte of pubes.I called my uncle, and why not, as I was his favoured chick of a niece, he owned a. I have no need for words as my tongue writes my story upon her body.She is magic, I know it, she must be. There is no other explanation. As I release my climax upon my belly, I know I can feel her tongue, tasting me as it draws so slowly and gently across my flesh. I can feel her lips surround the shaft as she tastes me and extracts the last drops of my climax and she savours me in the same way I have savoured her. Magic, I know it. How else has she tasted me? Touched me? Stroked me?How else. "But I never..." he protested, or at least tried to before Jessica cut him off. "Well I'm sick and tired of you" she yelled, "You're just like allthose other men. All you men do is think with your dick's" Then she started going off once again, making Cody feel as though he'd never left the house the night before. After several minutes, Cody finally got a chance to talk. "I can'ttake this any more" he told Jessica, "I just can't. I can't take handle yourconstant jealousy and.