They tasted the sea on each other's lips. Paul's hands slid up her thighs to cup her bum, grinding her against him. As their tongues met she felt him ...ardening under her while his fingers slipped into her bikini bottoms. His fingertips moved over her smooth lips, her head tipping back as she lifted herself higher on him. Her head tipped back as he circled her clit before stroking back and forth over it. She reached down between their bodies, feeling his hand still toying with her clit as she. I battle to contain the orgasm I feel rising deep within.Suddenly, you swallow my entirety greedily, drawing a cascade of moans from me as I feel the tip of my length nudge the back of your throat. Your nose almost presses against my stomach. Overcome with desire, I place my hands over your ears and hold your head still, my sex buried deep within your mouth. You caress my dick with your tongue and squirm from the wetness now smudging against your thighs from your soaked panties. My breathing. Mia opened the door and had me enter first. ‘You aren’t running now that I’ve gotten you this far.’ ‘Ok. I’m here. I won’t run.’ I entered her home and she turned on some lights. ‘Where is your sister?’ ‘She went home on the bus yesterday. Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll be right back.’ When I sat on her couch I saw that here living room was like out of a magazine. Nothing was out of place. It didn’t look lived in. There was one magazineon the coffee table, a National Geographic. Yet, it was the drunken father he was drawn to, seemingly only tolerant of her. Perhaps he had learned the lesson from his father early, that women were but a means to gratify your own ego and an easy outlet for your repressed anger. They were possessions to be used how and when the man saw fit, then kept at arms length until they again had a use. Any show of affection toward them could be construed as weakness.The boy had learned his lessons well. From childhood, while never actually hostile.