When he got in front of his door, he sighed, pulled his finger outof his mouth, and inserted the key in the lock. It stuck. Again. "Oh, how fuck...ing predictable," he cursed, and shook the keyviolently until it turned. "Shit." He opened the door, taking a tiny bit of vengeful pleasure atbouncing it noisily off the wall, and taking a bit more in slamming itafterwards. His roommate Paul was standing in the middle of the room,looking panicked. Good, he thought nastily. A sliver of. She shivered each time I hit her clit and I picked up the tempo. Soon I was focused primarily on her clit and every ten flicks or so I would plunge my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could. Sandy loved this and her hips would buck wildly in my face when I pushed my tongue in. Just as my mouth was really getting sore (I was loving this but I never imagined how much work it entailed) I sensed Sandy's body tensing up. She was about to have an orgasm and I picked up the pace. Flicking as. " She was still blushing, her gaze only lifting from the floor to his every so often, unable to maintain the eye contact. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, her mostly bare legs pressed together tightly to keep herself from squirming, her arms folded beneath her breasts. Her arms pressed them together, framing them in the dangerously low cut shirt, accentuating her cleavage. The same shirt he'd had her walk home in, spend her whole day in. "Oh? Did anyone say anything..?" He was. We’re always up for it. On a normal day, we’re always kissing, and I don’t mean just pecks on the cheek. I’m always grabbing her ass. I can’t keep my hands off this beautiful and sexy woman, and I love making her feel as sexy and desirable as I think she is. While walking hand in hand on the way into a restaurant, I’ll pull her into an only slightly secluded doorway, press her up against a wall, and go to it. Sometimes people see us, and I bet they’re jealous. Once, after eating out, we got hot.