It tasted better than most. I undid his jeans pulled his boxers and jeans to his knees and started to suck his dick. He then took off his jeans comple...tely while I took off my shirt. I have no clue when his shirt came off, but it did. I think while I was undoing his jeans and focusing on his dick. I took his dick out of my mouth to put a condom on and I had grabbed his dick with my teeth just to give him a little extra. That’s when he asked if I wanted him to cum in my mouth. With his skin still. She said ”you are still wet let me do it for you”…She brought a towel and touched me….Towel was just a small barrier between her wild cravings and me…She was pushing her nails in my abs and chest and continuously looking at me…..I just needed to see her bite her lips before I touch her…I took the towel from her hand and said ”why don’t you do it with your bare hands”…Her lusty smile made my day….I dipped my finger in the wine and touched her lower lip…Her throat started getting dry …Her eyes. Her transparent white thong panties were worn properly, as far as Jack was concerned, in that they were outside of the garters so they could be removed without taking off her stockings. “You are very lovely, Maria. I am sure you will bring me much pleasure. Take your bra off. I want to see your breasts.”“Yes, Lord, thank you.” She reached between her tits to the front clasp and popped her bra open, and then peeled it off and tossed it aside. Cupping her breasts, she lifted them and offered them. She twirled away but looked back again and a flicker of a smile crossed her face. I nodded to my boy Deon and stepped onto the dance floor, pushing my way through the press of undulating bodies as I made my way toward her. The throng ebbed and flowed around me so I had fleeting, strobe-like glimpses of her as I approached; painted red nails, sculpted legs in tight black jeans and a low-cut, sequinned black vest top that did little to hide the rise and fall of her modest breasts as she danced..