The ice cube flits against her fidgety breasts, electrifying points of contact, inching towards her pubis, encircling it like an inward-moving spiral,... while she lies there, absorbing these sensations with pleasurable impatience. As the ice cube begins its final descent – can I confess this? – I feel less like a giver of pleasure than a torturer, a man extracting confessions of pleasure to gain a vital piece of information. But even torturers can be artists; their brushstrokes are careful and. I can remember sitting downstairs with my girlfriend (mom and BF in bed)and since her bed was abouve the tv room i would always hear the bed moving. i once woke up in the middle of the night and could hear her getting fucked, she was moaning and screaming so loud. i pressed my ear against the door and started jerking off, and blew my load everwhere.The next day i was so turned on by her that i asked if there was any work to be done around the house i was always around to help ( i dunno why i. As we traveled down the road I fantasized about her while she sat next to me in the passenger seat, smelling her coconut hand lotion and the faint smell of her perfume, her black pumps, black nylons, her light blue dress settling between her thighs, her brown hair, teasingly showing from beneath her white bonnet, the long white ties of her bonnet laying over her breasts. The seat belt stretched tight between her tits, emphasizing them. They were perfect. My cock throbbed and strained against my. "Have you ever had sex before?" he asked her. She answered "Only with my bf but he has a small cock."The old man then removed her shirt and her skirt and she was there in just her thong. He pulled her to him and began to suck her tits. As he sucked her he felt her ass and loved her small body. He layed back and pulled her down beside him. He pushed her head down to his hard cock and said "Lick my hard cock little girl." She licked up and down his hard shaft. He loved the tongue of the young.