Tension trickles visible along the line of her shoulders as persistently, inexorably, my tippy toes caress along the inconvenient gusset trapped betwe...n her and I. Her eyelashes flicker; the weight of her eyelids seemingly too much for her to bear. Her mouth parts slightly, teeth and tongue revealing an inviting vision of pink and white, the sound of her inaudible breathing visible from across the tabletop. My toe pushes forward, slides down, and I can feel her slumping against it; thighs. As she squirmed, I eased a finger slowly into her, keeping my tongue in constant movement on her clit, stimulatingit in an effort to make her cum. Soon my work was rewarded; as she came I felt it flow down from inside her, coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. I didn’t want to appear, greedy so I raised myself from the nesting place I so loved to be in, the comfort of between her thighs, and with a mouthful of her cum I kissed her deeply, sharing her sweet nectar with her. Then I. I need a man who is not afraid to leave welts as he rains down punishing lashes upon my bared buttocks as I scream my pleasure at each painful flick of contact. Someone who will wrap his hand around my slender throat and gently squeeze as he turns me around to face him, his free hand coming around to clasp my body against his. My breast pressing against his firm chest as his tongue plunders the darkest depths of my mouth, his hand loosening on my throat to once again grip a large fistful of. He was good. He would bring me close, then stop and just hold my cock in his mouth or take it out and lick my balls, then he would take me back into his mouth and I was going crazy! Then he stopped, sat up and told me to suck him. I started to lean over, but he told me to kneel between his legs. I did and he guided my face to his crotch, told me how to do it, and then slipped his cock into my mouth. I remember four things about that first time; how his pre-cum tasted and how it made the inside.