Not too much hair but not smooth. You have just the right amount of hair on your chest, Morgan. Has anyone ever told you that before?’ ‘No.’ Mad...die leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts against his chest, just enough to let her nipples scrape against his skin. She brushed her lips against his neck, kissing it and then nibbling on it, sucking on it gently. She knew that her teasing was arousing him to levels of passion he had not experienced before. She was enjoying it also. She moved her. All he had to do was move, fuck me, make me come, fill me with cum. Just start moving, move you bastard move. Red-hot tool for a red hot arse was all I could think as I another wave of passionate tingling climax erupted inside me. Climax, how can I be having a climax he's not moving and he's up my arse, I must be dreaming?Slowly he stopped his fingers tormenting my clit and moved my legs back onto my chest. He took my arms and ordered me to wrap them around my legs and hold them tight to my. Suddenly she stopped and said, “Stop closing your eyes, look at me” I looked down. She made eye contact with me the whole way as she again deep-throated my whole dick. This sent me crazy her cute eyes and face were gobbling my dick.She then started doing a technique I had never experienced before. At every motion up and down my shaft, she would twirl her tongue around my dick. I could no longer hold my cum.Swallowing it all like it was her reward. She said, “It is our turn now.” Then she. Her chestnut hair curled up off her neck and her eyes luminous in the dark. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have followed me.” Michael smiled in the dark. “Well, I happen to live here when I’m not traveling the world around. You, on the other hand, are my guest.” “Your father’s guest.” She countered easily and he enjoyed her wit. It was almost verbal foreplay and he hardened at the thought. “Little difference.” He had picked a white rose from the garden and offered it to her. “Thank.