Are you covering yourself in the juice dripping from between my legs? You nudge against my clit and let out a sigh as you kiss me. I bet you want to b...e in that dripping wet cunt? I bet you want to feel how tight and hot it is as you slip your cock in there? All in good time. I pull you towards me and then push you against the wall before you have time to protest, unbuttoning your shirt slowly. You groan as you lean your head back. Im torturing you right now and I know it, but it will be worth. She had taken the time at her office to check her makeup and apply a little perfume. She was excited to see David again. He seemed older than she was, but Diane had been very comfortable with him. Not to mention… the exceptional kiss he gave her.As she walked in, the greeter at the door smiled, saying, “Do you have a reservation?”“I’m meeting Mr. Kingsly,” she replied.“Certainly,” the man nodded. “Please follow me.”Walking behind the man, Diane was impressed with the restaurant. The tables and. "My little magpie.", she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfort was long gone. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasn't going too well. I still hadn't made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so."What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?", shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it.I was born. It was a similar problem to the one she had studying with Casey. Each night they sat down to watch a language learning video and each time so far, they’d ended up fooling around, making out, and ignoring way too much of what was on-screen. That might not actually be a problem, though. It turned out that Casey knew a lot of Japanese - and a lot about Japan in general. After the sex, they’d lain in bed together talking about Japan and the language and Kiki felt like she was learning more than she.