The fact that I had quite long legs, an extensive wardrobe of quite awesome lingerie and that I fucked at an Olympic level may have been a bit of help... also. I had adorned my chosen attire to lose my Hooker cherry in and was giving myself one last look of approval.Nervously I cast my eyes over my body as I soaked in the image reflecting in the mirror.My black cire quarter cup bra snugly cupped my G cup breasts making them look even bigger if that was possible. My pierced nipple standing to. I lived through that truth, lived with it. They did not break me. They made me stronger, stronger than this woman in front of me. Tara never asked, but she paid.Pain was the fine edge of excitement for me, like the pleasure a child feels at picking a scab.We piled it on each other, blow after blow. She was good, strong, fast; a dangerous combination, but I wanted to take now. I cushioned the blows I threw at her, spreading damage across the maximum area. We kept dancing; moving in, she sent two. She had a sparkle in her eyes as she watched my reaction from her seductive action.Her breasts were exposed when she reached for her wine and stepped closer. While moving my mouth closer the took a sip then let some wine spill out of her mouth and onto her breasts.I quickly started sucking and licking at the wine as it ran down between her cleavage. Beth would continue doing it making it go to where she wanted my mouth to be until she sat the glass down.She moved up on the sofa straddling my. It can be recognized as the best feeling ever a girl can have. I love writing about it. That way I can send my thoughts, through lush to far off countries, destinations and places where they are far more required to be enriched and blended with their own experiences, feelings, sensations and emotions than just staying in my mind. Let me share with you about my trip to Spain. That was last year and I had the time of my life enjoying it. I needed some time off, walk away from the world and the.