And that doing it herself was a little hard. Out of the blue I asked her if she wanted I could help her. She smiled and told me that that would be awe...ome and if I could just paint her nails for her she would be greatful. I got up and sat on the coffe table and she then put her one foot on my thigh to be painted and the other she slide between my legs pressing onto the edge of the table. This really made my cock stur. As I painted her one foot I could feel her toes on the other foot wiggling in. The feeling was as if my most sensitive place was floating or merging with her mouth. Tiny lurches and quakes spread across my tummy and thighs as she lapped at me."Your flower produces nectar, like a sweet syrup," she said. "See?" I looked down as she was licking a clear layer off her lips. "You make a lot of it. You must be very excited." Yes," was all I could say as she went back onto me. My eyes drifted off somewhere, my consciousness drifting down between my legs until the feelings she. Matt’s skin felt quite different to Harry’s, almost firmer, a different texture. He tasted good, a real man musk, mmmmmmm.i realised that I was breaking our rule of sharing or at least agreeing any sexual experience, but I was too far gone to stop.We exited the cab and climbed the stairs to his second floor flat where Matt paused to look for his key. He also paused to finger my pussy outside his flat. He took some semi naked pics of me outside the door. I was happy to pose, holding my legs wide. Ling rewarded her with ten slaps to her wet cunt. She waited a minute and then gave her fifteen.This time, Val moaned.She waited two minutes and gave her twenty-five more. Val was now in constant motion, writhing, squirming, and twisting. As the silence around her lengthened, she began shouting hoarsely, "Fuck you! Fuck me! Oh, God ... oh, my fucking God!"Ling let three minutes go by before sliding the well lubricated vibrator directly into Val's pulsing snatch, and turned it on full.