..” “Get back down.” She did so. “Put your head down on the floor.” She slowly lowered herself until her forehead was resting on the rug. �...Now—take off your pantyhose.” It was an awkward and humiliating process. She had to rest her weight on her forehead while reaching back with both hands and up under her skirt, which had fallen down again, to pull her pantyhose off of her hips and down to her knees. Only then could she lift herself back up to her former position and reach back one arm at a. Simple isn’t it, well it is, you’re checking me out, this time with touch instead of your eyes although they are here too and they watch the changes in my face, as it shows you what you suspected, that I’m needy, sexually I mean, very much in need of everything you have to offer me. Your fingers they find my mouth and I suck one then two then three into me, you feel them touch the back of my throat all the while my eyes don’t leave yours. I’m checking you out now, I want to read you correctly. Michael’s mouth was skillful in its ministrations, withjust the right air of desperate hunger. He switchedfrom one to the other, his hands dropping down to cupthe cheeks of her ass as he worked on her.Just when his mouth had her in an absolute frenzythough, he stopped, letting go of her shirt, his headcoming up to hers once again. He leaned in and kissedher once more, this time probing deeper with his tonguein her mouth, his hands still on her ass, pulling heragainst his hard-on, grinding. This fake cock had gotten to feel the inside of Taylor's pussy, yet he hadn't? The toy looked like a real cock. It was tan with a slightly darker head. Eight inches long and thick, slightly curved. It even had veins and a pair of balls. He felt his cock growing in his pants. He was getting very hard thinking of Taylor fucking herself with the dildo, shoving it in her pussy until she would squirt all over it. And then an idea came to him. If he couldn't fuck Taylor himself, maybe he could fuck.