And taste of it too.”“I know, I’m a filthy slut, why don’t you make me even more filthy?” she murmured. “I need your piss too.”“Don’...t worry, I’m going to piss all over your face, like the filthy piss slut that you are.” I promised.I straddled her as she lay on the sun lounger, one leg on either side of her head. Then I released my bladder, and a stream of fresh pee arced out and splashed over her face. She opened her mouth and I made sure a good stream went straight in. She kept her mouth open. Hold Louisa submits.The Italian tries to escape from by bridging her body upwards and trying to pull her head from between Bertha’s thighs.“Nice try Louisa, but I have a trick to show you that should stop you succeeding!”Bertha abruptly lifts herself into a kneeling position which forces the young Italian to flip herself over. Louisa lands on her knees with her head still trapped between Bertha’s thighs, but now she is in a worse position as her face is pressed into Bertha’s pubic bush. With no. I so want you!” With that said, we kissed – right in the middle of the sidewalk. His raw passion had me breathlessly reeling in anticipation.His hold on me made me feel so small, so vulnerable and so feline. I was simply a young girl with a handsome, youngish guy. The rest of the walk had me feeling as beautiful and as happy as I ever could recall. Holding hands made me feel like I was a carefree girl.He was impressed with my small suite. The bedroom was separate and had a bath adjoining. He. A petite Brazilian, she had jet black hair the length of her back, flawless bronze skin, large, dark brown eyes, and a lissome, graceful body. At twenty, she was almost insatiably sexual. We would have sex five or six times a week, sometimes three times a day. Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tactically parted wrap around skirt. On another, we fuck like mink, buck naked, on the altar of a.