Taylor simply lay there. Not saying anything. I got back to work. Doing my best to please her. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I have a wea... spot for girls in tight jeans especially those wearing sexy bras. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to make a move. I slipped one had under her bra strap then unhooked it with the other. “Shaun. Do you ever want to cheat on Anne?” Taylor cooed slyly. I didn’t reply as she flipped her body over. Then slowly removed her bra from her perfect. It failed, and I actually ended up falling for her. We dated on and off for 6 years, got engaged, picked out k**s names, looked into places to live together when she got out of high school, the whole thing. Bout a week before she graduated and a year before our planned wedding, I found out that the last 3 years we where together, she had been cheating on me with a guy she had always told me was "just a friend". They had also been engaged at the same time we were. Needless to say, I was crushed.. She sat in a seat that was modest compared to his jewel encrusted throne. It was still luxurious to an extreme degree, with orichalc and rubies weaving a brilliant bejeweled tapestry around its edges. Nothing in the room was as dominant as the Sultana. She was of average height for women of the Sultanate. She was a sturdy specimen of womanhood, and was built like the Venus de Milo. She had gorgeously defined bosom that many a man lusted after, but would be put to sword for expressing any lust.. Soon I knew I would have her off her feet, throw her onto the bed and fuck her a real treat, she was so good and so moist as, having stripped her all but her blue thong, I spread her wings and did those things, enjoying all that was woman and nice, I sucked her dry until she gasped for satisfaction, guiding me there with full traction, then I felt the wonder of her sweet wet fuck, and all was well with the world, the fucking, the taste and smell of sweet young girl, set my heart into a whirl. .