Then I felt it move, a tiny jerk that made me giggle. I had no idea that he could do that, a drop of creamy cum dripped wetting my fist. Even more cur...ious I scooted down, my face even with his large cock. He was so big my fingers could not touch as I grasped him. His shaft was long, at least eight inches. I knew it was supposed to fit but looking at it I suddenly wondered how. “It was made for you Cherry, don’t worry. “Not worried baby, I just want to explore. Is that okay?” He groaned deep. He was savoring every exquisite moment and wanted me to enjoy his attention.I dropped my head back onto the cushion to relax and experience this man on a mission. I had to let him get his money worth and if he wanted to pleasure my pussy, who was I to deny him that. All I had to do was to cut myself off of any pleasure or emotions.But how could I ignore the pleasure coming from his attention to my clit? He tickled my little pleasure knob with his tongue and sucked it into his warm mouth. His. I had heard stories about what happened at an all boys boarding school and was curious for him to elaborate. He was a bit reluctant to go into detail but I promised him that if he was truthful with me that I would not tell anybody. He told me that wanking, sucking and bumming were common practices and he had been involved in all three. I said that I admired his honesty and continued kissing. By this time my panties were soaking and I needed some rod urgently. Peter duly obliged and he really. . The kiss continues as our tongues glide over each other. My hands stray lower. I feel the warm, moist heat radiating out of your being as I reach slit in your sarong. Lifting gently, I slide it above your hips, never breaking the passion of the kiss. Still behind you, I stroke your pubic mound over your bikini bottoms, feeling the growing wetness. My hand descends lower, tracing the outlines of your lips before caressing the insides of your thighs. I shiver with excitement. You moan my name.