"Decadent!"I think it was my wife's photo that was situated along side the word exhibitionist in the dictionary. At least even if it wasn't, it should...have been. She was simply incorrigible whenever it came to making her wear clothes, which point in fact I gave up trying to make her do, and in many ways, got a bit of a voyeuristic kick out of it whenever she didn't, surprising the mailman, or the pizza guy or some other door to door salesman as she'd most often open the door, her lovely full. She groaned loudly, tugging fiercely at the bedsheets."Enough," she panted weakly. "No more. Please." Yes more. All of it."He shoved again and she screamed, panting uncontrollably, "Oh God ... oh God ... oh God." Tears streamed down her face and her cheeks were red and puffy. Her young, soft, innocent thighs were split to accommodate him, and, when he looked down at her crotch, it looked like he was trying to shove a telephone pole into her."Please take it out. Please." She was almost too weak. I love how soft it feels, how the skin is cool on the surface and hot underneath. My hand finds the intersection where my hip, pelvis and thighs meet, a secret little area that I love to be caressed, licked, and bitten. I traced the edge of my pussy, teasing myself, while my other hand is still locked onto my sensitive love button. You feel the warm my pussy wanting to bury your fingers deep. We could get caught by someone at any moment, on any floor.I freeze, thinking I hear a noise. Was that. The honey was dripping on her eyes, ears, and nose and I started licking it clean. I licked her nose and ears and cheeks. I made Sneha drink a little honey and started kissing her lips.There was honey all over my face by now and she started licking and sucking my face as well. Both of us started sucking each other’s mouth tightly and ended up gasping for breath.Her Body:I turned her the other way round and I was facing her back. I could clearly see the difference between her tanned skin and the.