Eventually, we move upstairs. M has converted his loft space into an open plan bedroom, which looks amazing, with sumptuous bed covers and soft lighting. We continue kissing and caressing, slowly relieving each other of clothing, a button here, a strap there, until all that's left is underwear. M slowly glides his hands all over my bare skin, I jump as he reaches the very sensitive places, my neck, back, insides of elbows and knees. It is a total sensual session, no rushing, no skipping ahead. A minute more and M has disappeared, he's working his way down my breasts, onto my stomach and is kissing the tops of my thighs. His fingers tease my pussy through the flimsy fabric of my knickers, he creates circles, increasing the pressure of his touch at regular intervals.
His head moves lower, M is licking me through my damp knickers, using his tongue to create pressure and continue the pace set by his fingers. He expertly flicks and presses through the fabric, I start thrusting my hips up to meet his face...................
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12:04 am Wednesday, 6th February, 2008
Donatello3
Very thought provoking, very well written, more please Ms Voddie xbr |