The cold air striking her tits felt good. It was wonderful on her bare flesh and when she rubbed against him it was like scratching an itch that she hadn't been able to get to before. The ruffled front of his silk shirt felt wonderful. She pulled him down on her and arched against it, letting her tits slide against the cool, bunched material. A button pressed into her nipple hard and round and cold. It sent a shiver through her body as she imagined it to be his teeth instead.
His hands had traveled down to her waist. They were undoing the zipper at her back. Then she was wiggling out of the skirt, kicking it into a heap on the floor.
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Renee cried out softly as his fingers slid down her lower belly, stripping the taut, nylon panties from her belly, drawing them down over her legs where they pulled her thighs together, past her knees and finally, soundlessly over her ankles. He ran his hand back up her leg, along the inside, up her thigh to where her body stopped his fingers. It was agonizing, waiting. He didn't move. He touched her so gently she couldn't feel him and she wanted to feel him. Tightening her arms around his neck, Renee pulled him against her. "Please," she moaned. "Please!" |
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She felt something tickling. It was so faint she almost wasn't sure. And then it was running coolly over the lips of her vagina, around and around, tantalizing but not entering. Renee's breath was hot in her throat and nostrils. She was breathing like a bitch in heat and she didn't care or at least, part of her didn't care and the other part couldn't control her.
Her hips were jerking and she was crying.
Around the moving fingers she could feel the moisture from her slit spreading out on her thighs, wetting everything, herself, the bed, his hand.
"Don't, she sobbed, "don't!"
But she didn't try to stop him when his fingers found her little stem and began to stroke it. The friction made her want to cry out in ecstasy and she spread her legs wider.
And then he was undressing. He knelt next to her head and his penis dangled down his leg. It wasn't long, but it was fat and purplish. It almost touched her cheek.
Hesitantly she stuck her tongue out and licked its tip, touching the hole in the head. Instantly, it stiffened and arched out a little.
She lapped at it and then he was pushing it into her mouth. I don't want this, she thought to herself in dismay. But her body called her a liar. Her mouth sucked greedily at his mushrooming prick. She felt it swelling and growing in her mouth and still it wasn't enough. She wanted it to get bigger and bigger. To fill her mouth. To fill her whole body.
She sucked noisily on the round rod. Her red lips ran over it like fingers stripping a cow's teat. Traces of lipstick began to streak his cock and he was pushing it in and out of her mouth, holding her hair.