Our lips haven’t met…our tongues pressing against the others. Finally, our mouths meet swallowing each others tongues…sucking it softly…tas...ing myself…loving it…not getting enough of it. As you lean harder on me, I can feel your cock pushing and straining against your pants. I grab your shoulders and throw you back. You shoot me an ugly look as you stand there. I look back at you as I rip your belt off and pull your pants partially down…your rock hard cock slapping against your. She cupped my balls with one hand and gently fondled them, using her index finger to tease my perineum. I was growing harder and harder and soon her attentions, along with the prior fondling soon had that familiar feeling growing in my groin. “Oh fucking hell Mandy, I’m going to cum so hard” I croaked and with a throaty giggle she quickened her pace on my cock. Her on hand still; cupping my balls, the other following her mouth up and down my saliva covered cock. In response I felt my body. She had wanted him to control her in every way possible and this realization completely repulsed and exhilarated her. She was beginning to discover aspects of herself that were unimaginable, but somehow it was slowly liberating her. She wished she'd gotten that strangers name or atleast his phone number, because she really would like to feel him inside her, if only just once. The craving had increased tremendously over the last two days and the amount of times Fatima had played with herself to. That done she turned onto her stomach, and again began pressing herself into the piss-soaked mattress, rubbing her tits, her arms, and even her face, savouring every moment, extracting every atom of sensual pleasure from rolling herself in her own warm piss.Then, without speaking, she started to rub herself up against me, rubbing her body against mine, dr****g her legs around me, drawing me to her, making sure that I, too, was covered and smothered in piss. Whatever my reservations about the.