Lizzy Boyle smiled and arched her back off the bed for a moment as ‘Sir’ Patrick Frakes darted his tongue in and out of her, occasionally planting... soft kisses on her inner thighs. It was more than carnal pleasure that pleased Lizzy, it was her memory on the shock on Patrick’s face when he was first told to perform the very act he did so now with zeal. What did her call her: Devil’s harlot, or something like that? She wanted to ask Patrick if that made him a Devil now, but she was afraid he’d. His gaze intense breathing in my ear that I felt from time to time, me and excites me as hell and I realized that my play will bring me a hot sex as soon as we get home. "No foreplay for me tonight," I said silently, but somehow the idea excites me even more. Thus, like a naughty c***d, I wanted to see just how far I can take him. His gaze intense breathing in my ear that I felt from time to time, me and excites me as hell and I realized that my play will bring me a hot sex as soon as we get. The events described are not necessarily the personal views of the author.I encourage all comments, good, bad or otherwise. Please consider giving this one a rating as well.All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and any sexual encounter is consensual.PART 2.I collapsed on the bed almost immediately after the waves of orgasmic pleasure had subsided and then drifted into a contented sleep. I returned to consciousness some time later by the sensation of my breast being suckled but it. He stepped into the bath with me, his penis stroking against my legs as we began to kiss once again. His hands started to roam my body freely before grasping my ass tightly as we passionately made out. He broke the kiss yet again and stood in silence for a few moments. Synchronised with one another, we looked down at his cock before we locked eyes again. He hinted slyly and his hands released my ass. I stepped backwards and began to fall to my knees, the water spraying onto the bottom of my.