Demie was still wearing her preferred clothing of 60's hip jeans and a tight leather half top. A bit out of style these days, but what everyone was re...lly paying attention to were her womanly charms. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, with a beautiful face that was a combination of Janis Joplin (at her most attractive), Demi Moore, and Tom's ex-girlfriend Laura. As a succubus, a female sex demon, she oozed female sexuality.She spotted the door she was looking for and headed to it. As she was. " I know, baby. You always did like my paintings," Morgan said, walking to the fridge. "I saw that you have a few pieces from Anselm Kiefer and Atsuko Tanaka that are really impressive,” Andrew said. “Are you selling those?" "Most likely.” Morgan pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and lunch meat. "Unless Marie wants any of them, of course. I know she’s always liked my Keith Shackleton painting in the hallway and the Walter Girotto sketches that I have in my bedroom. Those will probably go to her,. So I slowly kicked off my pants, and pulled off her pants, and we curled up next to each other, and just slowly began to explore what it was like to kiss like lovers who weren’t in any hurry. We wrapped our arms around each other, and kissed slowly, I climbed between her legs, and kissed down her neck and over her lips as my cock got hard between her legs, she flipped me on my back, and repeated the same motion, but she proceeded to then bite my neck as well, causing my hips to thrust up into. Immediately, my phallic-shaped imagination takes over. I look down at his trousers wondering what color hair lies beneath, surrounding his cock. With hurried keystrokes, this innocent man on the street below becomes my hot lover. "I will devour you."As I look down, all I see is his sun-kissed hair poking up from my shaven mound. My body quivers as his rough beard rubs against my wet folds with his tongue exploring every crevice between my legs. Rocking my hips forward, his tongue flicks my.