She stayed like that for a few seconds, letting me enjoy it, while she squeezed my lower back.She moved back down with her head closer to mine. "Did y...u like that?" She asked. "Yes I did," I replied. "Do you want more?" "Mmmm, yes I would," I replied drunkenly. She pressed her tits against my face and put her hands underneath and pushed her tits up. She alternated pushing one up and the other down and did that at nice rhythm for a good half a minute, rubbing them against either side of my face.. .. even though she knew she'd only find such release in a place much closer to Hell. Why did men have to be the Devil of women?When the priest showed up these days, red faced and his skin chapped, he warned in his sermons of the world of sin, his words laced with sexual overtones. Seriously to some like Sienna, his sermons left her hot and wanton, not duly chastised. She'd sit on the hard pew as he droned on, peppering his sermon with highly charged phrases that would raise his voice above a. I was there standing and staring at her. Her closed eyes were protruding. She had light make up on them, making them look shinier. Very limited make-up on her fair skill and a Cherry-Red Lipstick which were so inviting that I could have smooched her then and there, but somehow I controlled.My eyes slid on her Neck. It was buttery smooth to my eyes, I could only imagine how her touch would feel on my hands. Her scoring features were those assets, nice and round possibly a 32. The top she was. I pull on your arms and legs. Cradle your head, pulling gently, rocking it back and forth. Stretching, then rubbing one muscle group, then it's complement. It feels wonderful. Special attention to the parts made tender. Gentle, healing, loving touch. Thumbs press into the soles of your feet. Face massage: Lips. Temples. Forehead. Eyes lightly circled. Sun warmed water poured over you, rinsing. I admire your clean, supple body. Supporting your head, I lean over you, hand resting easily on your.