“Are you asleep, little girl?” He asked, his voice closer now. Still, I did not respond. I felt him pull my blanket back, the fabric moving slowly...as he tugged it off the bed. He then sat down, the bed squeaking slightly from the shift in weight. “Sleeping so soundly…” I heard him mumble, his hand touching the back of my thigh lighty. His fingers inched up my exposed flesh, slipping under my tshirt and under my panties in one fluid motion. His hand groped my bottom, squeezing gently at first. I tried to put my tongue through to which she flinched and asked “What are you doing?” I had to explain that it was known as the French kiss and the tongues get intertwined. We did that for a while and slowly I started massaging her boobs. She let out a soft moan, after a while I took her top off and let out her beautiful perky boobs from the bondage of bra and started sucking it like a small thirsty little child trying to suck the milk out of his mothers’ boobs. She was heaving and moaning. He placed his hands on top of her head urging her on. "Come on, baby," he whispered hoarsely to her. "Keep doing it." She sucked him harder and bobbed her head faster. He sensed he was going to cum and he could tell that Eva knew too. She began to lift her head up, but Paul begged her, "Please, swallow it." And that she did. Three seconds later, Paul' cum spurt into the back of her mouth and she quickly swallowed it all down. It was the best head that Paul had received in a long time. He leaned. You pull away for a moment and lick away the drops of liquid that escaped down my chin. Apparently, this gives you another idea, because you grin at me for a moment, then splash some of the wine over my chest, your head quickly darting down to catch the rivulets as they dash over my breasts and down my stomach. Your mouth darts down to lick around my navel, then trails back up to my breasts, cleaning the wine off my skin. I tangle my fingers in your hair as you play this game several times,.