She flails and thrashes and shouts, hands fisting the sheets as he laps at her sex. Her fingers touch something soft—her teddy bear, she realizes—...nd she grabs it and hugs it against her face, it's warm fur muffling her needy cries. He licks her from the very top of her sex all the way to the bottom, to where her hole is. He sucks the walls and nibbles at the crevices, takes her clit into his mouth and suckles it like it's candy, and Sasha seriously thinks she's going to die. She's chanting,. May be licking her button was unbearable for her. From there I went southward. Her pretty-coat was no more required, I pulled it down, and from there she removed it by moving her legs.Her torso was beautiful; I kept looking at torso and from naval to thighs. It was like a beautiful art work of creator. I kissed everywhere over there. She widened her legs, as if wanted to show me still beautiful places. My God, She was clean and beautiful. I started kissing and licking her thighs and all around. .. she was quite tall for a Japanese girl, somewhere over 5'6", with black hair done in a high, two-forked braid that ran long over one shoulder and short over the other. Despite being a priestess, she wasn't dressed in your symbols at all... instead, she wore an old, shinto-style priestess garb, with a white, cloth garment on top and a long, red hakama on the legs, tied up on the waist with a large bow just above the belly. Her breasts looked... hm... maybe not as big as the average. ^= "Recon One, clear," I straddled my machine and strained to hear my partner's voice was almost lost in a cloud of white noise. "Recon Two, copy. Moving," I replied before securing my handheld radio. I turned my head and looked at the chief fifty yards behind me. I tapped my wristwatch and held up my index finger, for one minute, and hand signed, 'Follow me," as I pointed to Frosty's place about one hundred yards up the rugged trail. The bike moved easily as I peddled to a brisk walking pace,.