.So, I tongue-fucked her back. Oh, my. She came right over me, on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, kissing me on and on, and pressing her middle...down on me and scooting back and forth. This felt so good, that I widened my legs and she began to hump me back and forth as she went on french-kissing me.Oh, was this hot. We were kissing, tonguing, humping each other, then she pulled back and said, "You want me to french you down there?" You mean my pussy, right?" Uh, huh." Um, yeah, if you. Hannah was kneeling in the center of their apartment’s living room. She was completely naked, utterly bare to the world, and her neatly folded clothes sat on the floor nearby. Her pink panties were placed atop her jeans and t-shirt, probably on purpose to make her feel just a little more humiliated. Chloe, meanwhile, was still wearing her work clothes. Her long black skirt, airy white blouse, sensible high heeled boots, and flawlessly applied makeup all worked together to give her the. ” I heard her breath catch in her throat, and felt her weight shift downwards again.Nothing could have prepared me for what came next. I gasped as Mischelle engulfed my erection, her mouth a warm, wet glove, clinging to every millimeter of my manhood. Slowly, her lips traveled up and down, while her tongue gently caressed the sensitive underside of my cock. My body was racked with shudders of erotic sensation. As she moved back up my shaft, her upper teeth accidentally scraped my sensitive cock. " I catch you looking at him, I'm going to find a suitable punishment."A mischievous look crossed Yann's features. "Now I don't know whether to look or not!"I gave him a kiss and a swat on the ass and let him go dress for going out.That tall blonde guy was Pierce Maxwell, entrepreneur and playboy. He had taken his daddy's small funds, bet on some risky tech firms and won big time on all of them. He had that rare gift of being able to make money when the market was climbing or when it was.