I WENT TO COLLEGE THIS TIME I CAME BACK WITH A PACK OF CONDOM….I TOLD HER TO SLEEP TODAY FAST WITHOUT FINGERING OR MASTURBATING… AND SHE BECAME A ...IT SAD…..I SAID GOOD NIGHT AND WENT TOOO ROOM TO SLEEP….. AFTER 30MIN I FOUND HER COMING IN AND SHE WAS JUST IN A TOWEL…..I GOT A GREEN SIGNALLLL….. I SAID COME IN WIFE…. AND SHE WAS OVERJOYED WITH THAT WORD….. I TOOK HER IN MY ARMS… PLACED HER ON THE BED AND STARTED MASSAGING HER HEAD…. TO START WITH…. TO TEMPT HER I NEVER TOUCHED HER MAIN GENITIAL. His eyes were only for me. Or at least that’s what it felt like to me. My heart beats faster and I start to get nervous. I take a couple deep breaths and remind myself that if there’s anything I know how to do, it’s dance. I’ve been taking ballet lessons since I was four years old, and hip-hop lessons since I was ten. Going from ballet to my high school dance team is a breeze. The band starts to play and my adrenaline starts pumping. My hips roll and my feet barely touch the field. I move it. “Kay! Please don’t make me cum yet! Please!” he says even as his hips rise from the towel. I ignore him at first, wanting to taste that warm creamy sauce stored in his balls. “Kay! That’s enough!” he says half pleading, half demanding. I roll off and lay on my back. He follows spreading my legs, exposing the wet lips of my needy pussy. He went to work, quickly and efficiently, licking the moisture from my thighs as he tickled my clit with his finger. Taking my lips, in his teeth, he spread. "I was lying in bed propped up on my pillows with my computer open and was listening to him talk. He had sent me some audio but can't remember which one. I started caressing my body, listening to his voice, then turned on my vibe and teased my nipples and then ran the toys all over my body before reaching my pussy."I was wet already, probably because we had just been chatting, and you had messaged me as you drove asking what I was doing. I told you how I was holding my bullet vibe on my clit.