He had assumed she was wearing tights, but now he realised, with great joy, that they were stockings. He could feel his cock rapidly stiffening, and b...ing that he was pushed right up to Alice in order to stay on the sofa, knew that she would be able to feel it too. But she didn’t seem to care, she just kept on kissing him and feeling his chest. So he continued and the lace quickly gave way to bare leg, with the exception of the thin lacy strap of her suspender belt. He stopped there for a. It almost looked like a massage table. So I suggested her, she can lie down on this table, making the bed to go dirty free.We both changed into comfortable clothing. She was little hesitant initially, to make her feel better, I told her, I would start the massage over her clothes. I started massaging her shoulders. She was in her saree. After few minutes, I asked her to lie down on the table, so that I can massage her legs. It was not a massage rather. I was helping her feel comfortable. She. His other hand firmly grasping her ass. She let a soft whimper escape her lips, her eyes closing, her arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue played against one nipple, his thumb against the other.Her fingers buried in his hair as his tongue travelled upward, over her collar bone, to her neck. She felt her panties get even wetter, as he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. She giggled softly, almost regretting telling him about that spot in a previous conversation. His hands travelled up. I felt my eyes bulge nearly out of my head and I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. Despite the priming I had received from Dougs big cock earlier that day nothing could have prepared me for this. I watched a bulge roll up my stomach toward my belly button as his cock slid in and then watched it roll back own my firm flat stomach. My insides burned with agony for a long time before the pain became soothing pleasure. When I begged Marcus to fuck me harder tears streamed down.