” But that’s not exactly what he said. He completed his compliment by saying, “Lay down on the floor, under my feet, and hold that piss in you... mouth and don’t you dare fucking swallow it until I tell you to. If you swallow it, spill it, or throw up, I PROMISE you’ll regret it.” Steeled with determination, Scott maneuvered himself to lie between the sofa and the coffee table with his open mouth of golden nectar. He stared at the ceiling and decided to get into a space where he was going to. I giggled inside as we were in many ways alike. He lifted me easily by my thighs and laid me carefully on the love seat behind us, he placed himself on top of me. Our kisses were intense, full of want. Our tongues danced with each other. He moved my hair from my shoulders with his rough hands then kissed my neck and bit me lightly. I groaned and pressed against him. He sat up and drank some of his beer, I took the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. He began at my. I think this was when I started moaning. After a few strokes of his fingers he lifted me up I put my legs around his waist and he slid my panties to the side as he slowly lowered me onto his cock. I felt the head press against my vaginal lips then it slid forward and it felt like it popped inside me. He hesitated a moment then he thrust hard and drove his cock deep inside me. I screamed with pleasure and he kept on driving into me. My back was banging against the wall as he drove into me. Every. "I've been waiting for two weeks and I got a call that they had come in." She stepped into the shop and must have seen the alarm on my face. "You there, don't just stand there like a lemon, get them for me!" Sara murmured something but just looked at me, willing me to say something, but I froze in panic: I could not go and get the candles as I was bottomless but "special orders" were normally kept underneath the till and I instinctively reached under the cash machine with my trembling hands.The.