My sweat starts to move more freely as we pound against each other. You grip my bottom with your fingernails and start to drag me onto you, forcing me...deeper and deeper into you, forcing my pubic mound to band onto your clitoris. I know from previous foreplay that your perfect, fine inner labia are becoming engorge with blood as the lust for me builds up inside you. I stop massaging your clitoris, so that I can balance myself for what is to come. Your face starts to change, your pretty cheeks. It was small enough to be one of my bikinis, but I didn’t recognize it either.The micro bikini was made out of a pink taffy-like material. It held up her tits, and the strings were so thin that it looked like she was wearing nothing at all to hold her boobs in place. She had a thong in the back covering her bare butt.“Is that fishing string?” Mike was clearly shocked that his daughter would wear anything that provocative. He asked her how she got it.“I bought it with money I saved up,” she. She’s a woman. She may be a young woman, but a woman nonetheless.”“Woman. She seems to be attracted to ... tormented types.” Far as Damien could tell, Eric was a bitter man, though for far different reasons.Maria chuckled, and turned the page. “Ah yes, that sort. Many young women are. Such a motif has been known for many for centuries. Bram Stoker’s Dracula painted the vampire as a tormented soul, broken by his pain, and overwhelmed with passion for his obsession. Or Erik in the Phantom of the. I knelt beside her where I could kiss her on her lips and on her breasts and I began by gently stroking the insides of her spread thighs slowly working my way towards her hot spot. I then smoothly stroked her vagina lips and inner labia up and down with my finger tips. I like my cock wanked fast and hard, she likes her labia stroked soft and smooth. I’d long ago learned that’s the difference between men and women! From time to time I eased off and stroked the inside tops of her spread thighs,.