Her body opened before him, and his lips followed the curve of her neck, to well known shoulders, and he knew where he was going as he spread her legs...with his hand, feeling her damp cunt with his fingertips. Her nipples hardened as his bit down hard on them, and his name issued from her lips. It was delicious, the way her skin tasted. He kissednibbledbit his way down her body while her nails raked deeper into his back. The weight of her legs pressed down on his shoulders as his kissed his way. Whatever happens to any part of your body---in fact, to the ENTIRETY of your body---is his decision, not yours!That being said, I have to be honest and admit that I hate facials! They are both demeaning and insulting to my womanhood! But I take them anyway, because that is what my husband demands. And also, again with 100% honesty, I'm afraid of what Steve might do to me if I don't play along! I worship my man, but acknowledge that he has a temper, and is not averse to using a little v******e. She put her feet up on the car she was setting in and let her legs fall apart. I got it started and was easing it in. She put her hand on mine and forced it all the way in. The rubber balls against her butt. Let go she said. She and I released the black cock together. She dropped her feet back down on the cement deck. Yes that feels good she said , I'm going to just leave it there to hold me open. She said I feel like I need my pussy stretched tonight. We sat and talked for almost an hour while. ........eh......" We rested in the shower's spray for awhile, untill Peter managed coherent speech. "Ill clean that up for you" he said, making a gesture toward my come-filled asshole. He started to lick my asshole clean. I just spread my cheeks and let him. Peter figured that we should at least eat some dinner, to make it look like we hadnt done anything questionable. I agreed, and volunteered to cook. After a meal of scrambled eggs on toast (im not much of a cook) Me and Peter both cleaned.