Pulling the shirt over her head, she revealed her plain white bra and smooth stomach. Taylor glided her hands down her chest until she reached her tig...t jeans. Slowly unzipping her pants, she took glances up at me, checking if I was enjoying the show. As Taylor yanked at her jeans to get them down, she wondered why she was caring so much about what her kidnapper thought of her.Kicking her jeans off, she exhaled and quickly unclipped her bra, then pulled her underwear down her legs. Standing. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect. And you clutch me tighter. At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to give you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!” But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down your arm even further. As I do, you crook your. She agrees and we lip lock again. After a few seconds I can feel the warm pee of her on my legs.As soon as she starts peeing, I deep kiss her and my one hand directly goes to her mound and I start to massage her while she is peeing. (Trust me ladies if you have not experienced this, try it.. its worth it) and with the other hand I take her nipples in between my finger and start to knead them. A slight moan escapes her mouth and she arches her lower portion a bit more for me to access her mound. It was like I was trying to deep throat a soft wriggling cock or something.But kissing Coach, or rather being kissed by him, since all I could do was lay there and take it, was pretty exciting. This was man kissing, I figured, hard and strong and without all the tender girly stuff. His tongue was fucking my mouth the same as his cock was fucking my ass and it made me shiver all over. I was groaning into Coach's mouth and my arms tightened around his neck. His cock was rubbing against the.