I started off nice and slow, wrapping my mouth and tongue around his shaft, sucking it into my mouth and to the back of my throat, eliciting a moan fr...om him. I continued going slow, taking my time, savoring the taste and feel of him in my mouth, when he began picking up the pace by thrusting his hips into my face. I could already tell he was getting more aroused as I could taste the precum leaking out of his cock onto my tongue, not to mention that he was getting harder. He began going faster,. The frost in the air kissed my skin, causing my nipples to stand and harden. His eyes were burning straight onto my chest as he walked up and down the pathway. I knew the lust in him was churning and about to boil over. The thought of all the anguish and frustration I was causing him was unbelievable. As I lay there on the deck chair, I could feel the folds of my labia enflame with blood as my clitoris began to throb. Juices slowly poured from my slit and cascaded down my thighs. My hand so. I found myself in the red-light district and decided to take a peek inside one of the notorious sex shops. I'd heard wild stories. What I saw within 15 minutes of browsing convinced me they were all true. You could buy anything there - literally. Not just gay and lesbian and fisting and bathroom sports films; they had tapes of people puking on each other and piercing parts of their bodies. They had films of little kids fucking each other and being fucked by adults (and none of the kids on the. So had he, when she pulled off his condom and rewarded him with a cock sucking the like of which he had plainly never enjoyed before. A waiter interrupted her reverie. Her repeat order of coffee and the cognac had arrived, with more chocolates. She loved France. While she was drinking and munching, she fished out her cell phone from her evening bag and used Mr. Google to search for services of a certain kind in or near the area in which she was situated. As always, Mr. Google found several.