She did as he asked this time as she drew herself upright to stand in front of him. He kissed her lips, tasting the slight odor of his own cock it was... just touching, but he didn't care. He just loved kissing her.Their lips still connected, he stepped forward; which in turn forced her to retreat back. She soon found herself trapped against the wall, nowhere else to move. He shuffled his way down over her body, his lips continued to kiss her. Her lips, her neck, down to her chest.Her soft and. I felt Steve’s fingers gripping onto my long hair grabbing black fistfuls as he struggled with his own desperate battle to control his impending orgasm. I knew his urgency to take me was building as it always did. Steve had wanted me for a long time. I had flirted and teased him mercilessly after turning sixteen. To be honest I had been a terrible teenage flirt. I had “crushed” on Steve for ages and those two years from sixteen to eighteen when I had wanted Steve so badly had seemed like an. His eyes were like crystalline waters, the kind found deep in the ocean, the bluest of blue. She traced her eyes down his face to his full, sensual mouth, which might have appeared feminine had it not been graced with the strong wideness of the lips, stretching delightfully into a grin that played in his eyes. Michael Daughton introduced himself and handed out the class syllabus, Claire found it almost difficult to concentrate on much more than the man standing in front of the class. But as he. He binds first the left ankle then the right to the chair with more silk scarfs. Sliding his hand up her leg now, all the way until it is pressing on the hot wetness at the apex. He slowly removes his hand sliding one finger into her wet folds, eliciting a long low moan. She is totally immobile, totally vulnerable and totally exposed. He stands and looks down on her, hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breath under control. She.