"Is that what you did?" Um, no, but I..." She can't seem to find words."Do you want me to stop?" I begin to ruck her shirt tail up from her jeans, inc...h by inch, under her jacket."I don't know."I lean in and give her a slow, gentle kiss between her eyes. "I love you," I breathe, and my breath on her skin gives her visible goose bumps. "I need you," I say, and kiss her left cheek. "I dream about you when I'm alone," I say, and kiss her right cheek. "I cry for you when you're not here with me,". “Would it be okay if my husband joined us?” Celeste panted, stroking Alina’s hair.Alina nodded. “But I don’t want to stop tasting you.” It sounded almost as if she were pouting and it took considerable control for Michael not to cum on the spot.“I don’t blame you,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “She’s delicious. May I?” He emphasized his request by placing a hand on her lower back, then stroking the curve of her ass.“Fuck me,” Alina pleaded, not moving from between his wife’s. It’s always been my favorite thing to lick, bar none, ever since I’ve first sampled the flavors of a fine ass. Prior to that, said distinction belonged to ice cream, which has remained a very close second to this day.I pounded Gita harder than anyone else in her life, at least from what I could tell, though that was still a relatively short list so far. She not only didn’t object to me boning her that hard, she moaned even harder and urged Brett and Brigham to compete for the fury of their. In the third hour I was already done with it, 11 times I had read the same book. Just to impress her.Yes, I was reading a book just because I've seen my crush walking around with it.I'm not much of a book lover and being dyslexic didn't help either. even though I do work at a café shop that has a small library all around the walls.I sighed and placed the book behind the counter, the customers will be arriving soon.And I was right because when I had gone back to put the books that had arrived a.