Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. Gently she began to wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the tips tingled. She felt her body begin to sag, bending forward until her head was touching the carpeting before her, already conquored. We had frequently seen each other naked whenever we changed or showered at the club. She stopped in the middle of the pool. But before she could adjust to this, she felt something pressing against the lips of her sex. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked clanked against it. She slowly pulled them past his hard-on, which had to be eight inches. |