.. don't stop...."Her words came quickly between her panting breaths.My lips first made contact with the flesh of her abdomen. Her body quivered as I ...ontinued on my way. I took my time and slowly caressed her flesh with my lips and teased her with my tongue. I knew I was getting closer to my goal as my lips sensed the slope of her body guiding me between her legs. First, I encountered her neatly trimmed hair. I paused my approach and licked and sucked on her for a moment enjoying the texture. And there she was. In all her naked, lustful glory. Men where fucking her. She was sucking. But I was not there to be just one of the men. So I scouted the house. Get to know here her bedroom was. Where here bathroom was. After I knew what to do and where to do it I returned to the living room. It seemed the party had died down.Her heavenly body was coated in sweat, sperm and probably cunt juices as well. I hid and waited for the last man to leave. I followed her, making sure she didn't notice.. It hadn’t happened for a long time, to be sure, and I couldn’t even remember the last time she had put on heels and lingerie for a session like she had today. I felt a real thrill and anticipated a fun, kinky, Saturday afternoon as I felt her pull sharply on my balls.But instead of the familiar tug of rope or twine, as I expected, I felt my balls being pulled through a hole and then suddenly a squeeze around my scrotum. Then I heard the distinct click of a lock, and my sentence was served. . Or, at least, made him fall for her. Which was the same difference on this day. ‘We can’t. I put on make up already. I’d ruin it.’ ‘We have two hours to go. Don’t worry about that,’ he said softly, a lump rising in his throat. ‘Someone can retouch your makeup. Dance with me. Please.’ ‘I can’t. I don’t want to make anyone,’ she said hurriedly. Rapidly. ‘So what? It’s your day. Not the girl who gives you racoon eyes. Now. Do you want to slow dance with me? Or do you want to have perfect make.