I would kiss and hug you fully clothed. I would remove your clothes slowly, kissing each newly-revealed piece of skin. Then, I would ask that you to a...oid arousing me more than the sight and taste of you and the feel of you beneath my hands arouse me. I would bring you to the brink of your first climax with my hand, but I would carry you over with the most intimate of kisses. These would not stop, though. When you told me that you were at the brink again, I would enter you gently. I would. I was sucking, the tears were still fresh, his hands in my hair, the smell of him was taking me to another place, the place that I can’t describe but long to be at. Before I know it, he was reaching down and telling me he was going to help me to the floor, the bed rails were in the way. My legs still shackled, it was awkward but he was patient. Soon my mouth was right back where I wanted it to be, where he wanted it to be. Soon he had his hands wrapped around my hair, keeping me right where. His eyes never left my fingers as his hand began to stroke his cock, long slow strokes. I plundered the depths of my pussy again, and began to fuck myself. My body was crying out for release but I controlled the urge to cum on my fingers. My other hand was rubbing slowly the by now tender clit and my hips bucked to meet my thrusts. Knowing he was watching every move was exciting beyond anything I had known, knowing that I was fucking myself, thinking of and watching him was taking all the. I slowly slid more fingers in until my whole hand was in her pussy. I started spreading my fingers apart. She looked at me and said. " holy shit, oh my god. Oh my god." She started convulsing til she squirted everywhere. She went to her knees. I took my hand out of her pussy and shoved my fingers in her mouth. "How do you taste?" I asked as I started thrusting my hand deep in her throat. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started gaging. I pulled my hand out, and looked at her..