The vision of your pearly white breasts and smooth white thighs make my heartbeat quicken. I imagine the taste of your supple nipples and buttery quim...on my tongue. Remembering the pleasure on your face, and the sounds you made as I ran my tongue through your soft folds. My fiddle has stiffened as those thoughts race through my mind.I long to run my fiddle through the soft folds of your quim once again. To smell your sweet honey as it drips, and to once again play my fiddle through heavens. I edged like this for most of the film. My boyfriend had put his arm around me easing it up inside my jumper, and under my top. His finger-tips caressed nipples, which were as hard as I knew his cock was. His fondling became more eager, and less cautious.He gradually undid more buttons eventually pulling my jumper up and over my tits. The more I edged, the more difficult it was to stop myself coming. During one of these moments, teetering the precipice of orgasm , the man in front stood up. " "What brought that on?" he asks, and pushes off the wall, fastening his belt. I could say the truth in many ways, but give it to him straight. "Watching you work turned me on," I confess, and he smirks. "Gloves?" he asks, holding up his hands. I blush, then shrug one shoulder and he laughs a little, removing them. "You're a very bad influence," he says, as he pecks my lips again and walks to his desk, dragging me along with him. "You've never fooled around in here before?" I ask, though I'm. Iclosed my eyes in ecstasy. Bev licked me, sucked on my cock, licked mynow almost non existing balls and back to my cock making love to it likeonly a girl can. I massaged my breasts, moaning with desire. She stoppedfor a moment and moved her legs around so we were in a 69 position. Iknew what she wanted. Bev went back to work on my cock as I raised myhead and licked her pussy. She was wet with desire. My lips and tonguewere my tools as I felt her writhe as I hit all the right spots focusingon.