But the tassel-wearing, peace-loving flake was one of the most ambitious dancers Alice Miller had ever seen.First to practice, last to leave – her h...urs working on her routines so exceeded everyone else’s that Alice finally gave her a key to the place. In return, she’d take out the trash and run the vacuum now and then.But mostly, she would dance. Hour upon hour, wearing out the classic piece on Alice’s ancient turntable, and frequently in the nude. She loved the sensation of sweat flying off. I began to play with his hair. Pulling on the little beads and running my hands through the thick wave of hair. He was mounting another bout of stairs, but this time, they were circular. I could hardly keep the excitement out of myself as I realized we were going to his room. I don’t know how I knew, I just did. The Laird’s tower. I knew that was what it was called. He kicked in a door at the top of the stairs and stomped inside. He slid me down his body incredibly gently. I knew he could hurt. Your tongue runs up and downs my slit. You torment me like this for what seems like ages, occasionally sucking my clit, causing my hips to buck against you. My juices and my sweat drench the sheets. You kiss your way up my torso, pausing to grab both of my breasts in your hands and pinch my nipples between your thumbs and index fingers. You lean forward and kiss my mouth making use of your tongue. I feel your cock rub up against my entrance. I press my forehead against yours, breaking away for. He went off right there, and shot a load into her mouth. She felt his dick spasm, and the hot load shoot into her mouth, over her tongue. She moaned as it happened, and closed her eyes. His orgasm ended just as she felt herself about to go off. She played with his load in her mouth for a minute, and as usual, she swallowed. He leaned his head back on the headboard, between his cuffed hands, and sighed, the lipstick smudged into puddles from his sweaty cheeks. She moved to face him again,.