Sie lag auf dem Bauch, vollst?ndig zugedeckt, nur ihre Haare lugten hervor. Als sie mich h?rte, kam zaghaft erst ihre Hand unter der Decke hervor, dan... der gesamte Unterarm. Suchend bewegte sie ihn hin und her. Ich trat zu ihr, ergriff vorsichtig ihre Hand. Sofort hielt sie mich sehr fest, wollte meine Hand gar nicht mehr loslassen. Als ich mich dann schlie?lich doch mit sanfter Gewalt befreien mu?te (ich kniete neben dem Bett und mein rechtes Bein schlief so langsam ein), war mehr als eine. And he was getting depressed.?That night Fanchon sat down next to Alf, and was rubbing his back. "What's wrong, honey? You've got the blues, huh? Can you tell me about it?" There was true compassion in her gorgeous Italian-Irish brown eyes.?Alf almost spoke, then hesitated. "I-I don't think I can talk about it. You told me not to, you said you were sick of hearing about it and--"?Fanchon shook her head. "Whaddya mean? You can tell Fanchon anything...I love you, Alfred, and I want you to be. Then the tongue returned to work, probing between my cheeks. The probing flicks of tongue turned to licks, short and then long. Then you sucked at my sensitive hole, pushing your tongue into me. I was moaning, climbing the agonizing road to climax. ‘Does it feel good, lover?’ You asked, briefly pulling from my hole. ‘Yes!’ I growled, as you returned to licking, probing and sucking. I cannot remember how it came to be that you ended up on your knees in front of me. I can only remember the. Her eyes find mine. “Don’t think for one moment I’m going to enjoy this.” Her lips close, my cock disappears between them. There’s not much movement. Both my hands are on her head, holding her in place. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never done this before. You look like a right randy little cocksucker. I bet you’ve eaten tons of cum.” I push upwards, thrusting further into her mouth, my hands pushing down, making sure she goes deep. Warmth, damp, saliva. I’m oozing pre-cum. I force her down.