. we flirted with the unbearable... then when it would reach that unbearable limit... each one would take turns in begging for a more... a brief touch..... or polite tongue stroke... sometimes even desperately begging for just a whiff... as frustrating as the denial was... as good it was not being able to reach any gratification... being denied was key... depending on the encounters, the game would vary in length... once we even pushed the dare to the unthinkable... letting ourselves part ways. If I have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, don't tell me I've just "wrecked it" for you.11. Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly inadvisable if you would like my behavior to be repeated in the future.12. If you like how we do it, it's probably best not to speculate about the origins of our talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. See also rule #2 about gratitude.13. No, it doesn't particularly taste good. And I. One night I was lying in a post-coital warmth with Mark, a sometimes bed- buddy. We'd known each other through work for a few months and had dated off and on for about three weeks.I traced the curve of muscle on his chest and listened to him breathe."Dani. You don't let anyone in, do you?" In? Mark, you just spent the last twenty minutes 'in'." Stop, Dani. I'm being serious. You let me into your bed, but that's it. You've got your heart closed off. Hell, you've got it buttoned all the way up to. She was telling him to stop and all the while grinding her cunt in his face. Mike told her that their secret would never be found out, and that he just wanted to finish the job. She hesitated but agreed. She had his hair twisted up in her hand and she had the other clenching the sheets. She was cuming harder with each lick and she shook and trembled and a big gush of her juice came down her pussy. Mike told her how sweet she tasted and it was some of the best pussy juice he ever had.He then.