Moving from one nipple to the other, I kissed across her chest, moving up the undersides of her breasts, trailing my tongue across. She slowly began t...o pant as I began biting at her nipples, pinching them between my teeth. I squeezed her tits in my hands while working my mouth over her nipples, sucking them between my lips while rubbing my tongue over them. She ran her fingers through my hair, pushing me into her firm breasts.My face buried in her chest, my arms wrapped around her, grabbing her. ‘Mmmm, bacon,’ she added when the smell hit her. I took the flower from her and pretended to examine it for flaws. I made sure I didn’t find any. ‘Perfect,’ I complimented. That earned me a kiss. ‘You can solder a loop on it after lunch,’ I said, indicating where the hanger should be placed. She lovingly pushed me out of the way and opened the oven. The bacon seemed done. Amber grabbed the oven mitts and pulled it out. ‘BLT’s?’ she asked. I nodded and watched her assemble two sandwiches. She. As slowly as it was inserted, it was slowly withdrawn. Then, she felt a slick finger trace her lips. "You're wet. Only a whore would be this wet." Monica licked her lips and sucked the slick finger into her mouth. Tasting herself only made her wetter.He pushed her legs apart and drew her to the edge of the counter. She felt the rough tongue again, now exploring her pussy, now rubbing her clit, now slipping between her lips and tasting her from within. Monica leaned back to give him better. The gym Ravan went to was owned by an MMA legend who was never really there. It was a good mix of men and women, occasionally having professional fighters train there. The condition of the gym was amazing. It almost looked like a ski-lodge and had top-quality equipment, often being clean and having saunas and high-quality showers in the back. At times, there were interactions between the fighters and every other day there would be a scheduled fight. Ravan had been going for almost six months.