Then we began sending pics of ourselves. Soon I was noticing more and more cleavage in the snaps she sent me. I would reciprocate by sending shirtless...pictures. We seemed to be trapped in a game of trying to one-up each other. I’ll admit that she won. She sent me a snap of her after a session in a tanning booth. It was a picture of herself in a full length mirror, so I could see her entire body. She was wearing a black bikini, and her body was even more incredible than I had imagined. She had a. Lena was talking with her friend Susan, who had apparently come back from the end of the garden to discuss something important. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, their legs pulled up under them, Lena's bare toes, the nails painted brown, sticking out. Her long dark hair hung slightly in front of her as she leaned forward towards her friend, then swayed around pleasantly as she looked over at him. "Do you think he's really asleep?", she asked quietly, still looking in his. She pulls herself up and begins the assault again, her mouth performing heavenly tricks along my length until I can't take it anymore and I have to pull her hips over my face, swivelling her round. She has a beautiful slit, smooth, soft and pink, her petals wet already as my tongue flickers out to taste her tangy but sweet honey as she works me. I almost cum as she moans, sending reverberations along my cock, her free hand cupping my balls as her pelvis lowers towards my face, my hands gripping. High heels, a red peignoir covering an almost non-existent bikini and a body that looked to be 36-22-36 and solid. Her long black hair was in a ponytail that hung down to her ass and it flew around like a whip as she gyrated around the room. It took her five minutes to do her strip tease and when she was done there wasn't a soft cock in the place. The guys didn't want her to leave and I told them I would see what I could do. I approached Alisha and told her the guys wanted her to stay and she.