You stretched your neck to accommodate me better. You moaned and grunted a little as I teased the area of you neck just below your ear. Your hand was ...usy with my breasts and my nipples again. I guided you to my back. I turned so my back would face you. I pulled my curls off of my back, so you could scratch without hindrance. I indulged in your nails, and then you started to massage my weary muscles. I had a very physically demanding job, and a massage anytime was welcome. You dug your hands. “Very well, rip my bodice open and feel my bosoms,” Eliza replied as D’arcy’s member sank ever deeper within her.He did as she asked opening his shirt as he did so until their naked chests entwined as their lips entwined and he shot his load, rather prematurely, deep inside her.“Is that it?” Eliza enquired.“Afraid so old girl,” D’arcy apologised as he slid his shrinking member from her.“Er about the rest of the Hundred guineas?” Eliza queried.“In your dreams,” he retorted.“Bastard!” she. It felt kind of good. “Who are you? What are you? What’s happening?” I stammered through the pleasure. Even though this thing had come on kind of strong, I now felt like I definitely wanted to engage with it.“I consent to what is happening right now.” I said. Consent is really sexy and really turns me on.Consent apparently really turned on the invisible thing too because as soon as I said that my pants were ripped off my body. I looked down at my crotch. My underwear were soaked with my vaginal. He opened the door and said, “Come on in.”“Thanks,” he acknowledged.“Have a seat,” she waved her arm towards the sofa. “Would like some pizza and something to drink?”“Yeah, boo, if you don’t mind,” he replied taking up a spot on the comfortable piece of furniture.“What do you want to drink?”“Whatcha got?”“Water, milk, lemonade, vodka, bourbon, sprite,” she rattled off.“Can I get some vodka?”“Aren’t you too young to drink?”“No,” he shot back matter-of-factly.“I don’t need to be contributing to.