She was continuously moaning. Slowly I started licking it. It was fine experience for me and an awesome experience for Akanksha. I could feel that. Sh...e was pressing my face on it. I inserted my tongue inside her. It was strange taste. I was enjoying it. A few min later juice started flowing out of her. I was done.She was sitting with her back resting on the wall and legs spread in front. Her vagina was all wet. I got on my knees. My penis hung in front of her. I slowly moved towards her. My. "Wow, look at him take that" I heard the partner whisper to James. I started to stroke faster and faster, trying my best to get Melvin to cum. I worked as fast as I could and started moaning with pleasure. I took off my shirt to get Melvin excited and sucked more. After ten minutes, my jaw was tired and it was clear that alcohol was interfering with Melvin's ability to blow a load. "You might have to fuck him" James instructed from across the room, his hand trying to tame his dick through. Her warm thighs now pressed against my cheeks constantly, and it made me feel strangely comfortable.She let go of the dress, which came to rest over my face, trapping me in a warm darkness, and took hold of my head with both hands.She held me firmly against her pussy, keeping me from giving her my full attention, but then she started moving back and forth and I realized she was no longer letting me decide the pace.I still licked at her and tried to plunge my tongue inside her but after a short. A year ago she would never have dressed like this, but since about five months she and Chris had discovered “bedtime stories”.As with many couples, the erotic flames had died down over the years. Love changed from physical desire to something deeper and more comforting. They were both disappointed with the lack of action in bed and tried many solutions without success. They could talk about the issue, but the conversation always stayed clinical. The carefully phrased, almost therapeutic mode.