In and out, round and around he goes. He senses I am reaching a climax, and starts to work my clit. He takes out his fingers but inserts one back in m...e deep and just wiggles it, whilst his tongue works flicking over my clit and I feel myself swell, swell, swell, and I release, again over his face. His tongue sits on my clit as I release. Once I have calmed, he switches off the vibrator and he begins to clean me up. His tongue runs up and down my pussy as if he was a dog, scooping as much of my. I imagine the friction between their flesh and mine, so drastically different than when I am alone. So much more wondrous and profound. So much more to see and experience. What does it feel like to have another person deep in the heart of you? To look up into their eyes, watch their face, feel their breath even while you feel them inside you. Do they feel what I feel? Am I truly doing these things, wanting these things? What does it smell like? Musk. Heavy. I imagine our scents would mingle in. Calypso was Calypso; Calypso was a goddess and therefore desirable above any mortal—and knew she was to him."This chiton needs removin'," she said, blue-stained lips curled into a smile and eyes twinkling with mischief."Would you like me t—?" I will rid myself of it," she purred against his neck, tongue flicking out against his pressure point and making him twitch. "You watch."That was no struggle for Ragetti. The further up the dark, flouncy gown, the larger his hazel eye widened. Her thick. She also fitted her nipples into the iris clamps. Then she presented herself for his inspection.Mr. Smith just rolled his eyes at her childish enthusiasm, but he did give a grudging smile. At even that small sign of recognition, Alex giggled and hugged him like a little schoolgirl. She felt his hands slowly go around her and give her an answering hug, if grudgingly. She let loose of his firm body reluctantly as those wonderful hands pried her off of him. On impulse, she took one of his hands.