I examine the smooth skin of your forehead, the wisps of hair at your temples, the soft flesh behind your ears. You feel my breath tickle your skin, a...d I hear your sharp intake of breath as my lips brush your neck. Now I hold you, lightly, and you clutch at me desperately, assuring yourself of my reality. I feast on the skin on the nape of your neck, tasting the delicate hairs there, smelling the subtle perfume of your body. The heat that rises from you is palpable, and I absorb it, adding to. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect veined penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen purple glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.His boiling seed could wait no longer. He came over and got the thing and as he turned around I straightened up revealing the two big blotches on my t-shirt- my brown areolas and erect nipples to the astounded guy. I suddenly made a show of wiping the water off and squeezed my boobs spreading the wetness all over. And now it was almost as if I was wearing a negligee revealing my boobs through the wet fabric. It clung on to my boobs and I pulled it to straighten it fixing my boobs into shape in the t-shirt. He looked almost ravenous. Already, a pain was building in the arches of her feet, and travelling up the backs of her calves, it got worse with every second. She wouldn’t be able to keep on tip-toe much longer. She tried pulling on her wrists, attempting to take the strain off her feet and legs, but her arms were already wracked with pain. No – she couldn’t hold this much longer. Experimentally, she lowered her heels to the top of the bar to which she was attached. The weights came off the floor, and a piercing agonising.