Eventually, as I approached the cause of the sticky patch on my stomach, Mel’s natural smell became overpowered by the musky scent of her arousal. K...ssing my way in a circle around the outside of Mel’s pussy, the soft skin of my face detected a couple of stubbly patches. That was inevitable when the shavee was unable to sit still, but it was better than a mouthful of hair.By now, Mel was as wet as any female I’d ever had an assignation with. Her glistening, reddened, engorged inner lips had. ‘Whoa, what the fuck??’ Chase laughed uncomfortably from across the room. ‘Did she just kiss him??’ I rolled over. ‘Why would I ever do that?’ He shrugged and turned around again, the incident already forgotten. Chris’ voice dropped to a low, intense whisper. ‘Is there attachment?’ I thought for a long time, and then nodded slowly. ‘Attachment can make or break these things, Mikey.’ My nickname. ‘I know.’ We were silent a long time. ‘Which one of you?’ ‘Both, I think. Him, definitely.’. This time her pussy got the stinging slap. Her clit lit up with pain followed by immense pleasure. She wasnt sure whether to cry or smile. He slid his hand down her stomach, onto where her pubic hair would have been. Lower. Onto her clit and then along her slit. He felt her wetness and rubbed it upwards towards her clit. She wanted to beg him not to stop. "Good girl." He said, with a husky voice that she associated with aroused men. Sophie heard him slide his zipper down and was alarmed at what. The truth was though, I loved licking Daphne’s ass and running my tongue around her rim. She didn’t seem shy about it happening either. She giggled and bucked, although she kept a hand on my cock so she could jerk me off and guide me back into her pussy when I finished.Daphne considered me a freak because I hadn’t cum right away. I think she thought it was insulting but rather than feel insulted it was easier for someone as petty as her to make it sound like it was my fault I didn’t jizz as.