After what feels like an eternity kissing, you take my hand once more and lead me to the sofa. Sitting down you gesture me to kneel before you which I...do unquestioningly. As you lay your hands on your knees you tell me "The sweet scent of my juices will be like nectar to you. You cannot but be drawn to it. You need to taste it. You cannot imagine life without it!" whilst you part your knees to give me a majestic view of your cunt. A waft of the scent of wetness reaches me and any doubt is. I would kiss all over his chest and down his ribs to his hips before working my way across his belly. When I come to the head of his cock it would be leaking his pre-come from the slit of his urethra and his foreskin would be pulled back a bit exposing his purply coloured head, I would let the tip of my tongue taste it and spread it on the expanding head of his cock. I enjoyed the natural taste of his pre-come as much as I enjoyed the taste of his come, There have been only a few times that I. I took the large head in my mouth and just held it there, licking the tip rubbing the shaft with my hands. His cock hardened quickly…Then I felt my thong was now soaked. He pulled me up and led me to the corner of the sofa across from the chair where Victor was sitting on. The black guy then started kissing my nipples; sucking them hard.He also fingered my clit through my soaked thong. He had found just the right combination and I came in his fingers within seconds. He smiled and slowly pushed. Oh, and since you don't want to 'start anything', I'd suggest you leave my cock alone. It rather likes the feel of your hand and its starting to swell up in appreciation."Estelle did move her hand off of it rather quickly as if ashamed to have been caught in the act of fondling it, but Maisie's hand stayed firmly put, and she even began to subtly stroke the shaft and in another minute or two she had me at full mast. Both women were now a bit warmer and pressed up as tight against my legs and.