After a good 3-4 minutes, I pulled him up. The college boy’s dusky face was red and he was breathing heavily. His big cock had started oozing precum... by then.Me: Now, do the same thing to my fragrant big sweaty ass.I lifted him up again and began to brush his tongue on my back. Slowly moving him toward my lower back, I ordered him to pull my panty.He was eager to lick my ass and I didn’t make him wait either. His smooth tongue began to grind against my ass cheeks. I could hear him make sniffing. Justine's away, let's play, let's play. I'll sit on the stool, the firelight warming me, my dick curving upward, while you hold your cello and squat down toward me. That's right, my dear. Oh Lord, your bud is tight. Sweet Jesus, come down. Carry me over. Take me to the Promised Land."I can't do it."I was too big tonight, too excited. It was too much when she sat on me."Come down some more."She was trying to hold the cello and lower herself, and I was guiding her. Down. She squatted. I lined up. The ground stood bare of any plant life save the trees. Even those looked as though they had died decades ago. Twisted roots hooked into the ground and branches clawed the gray sky. The once-clear pond looked black and the marble statue of Dawn lay face down in the depths. Bookshelves and their contents littered the floor of the library. One had half its burden slanted with shelf after shelf coming undone on a single side. The chandelier rested on the floor in the center of the room, having. With his free hand, he reached down to play with the moisture that had arisen between my legs. He knew exactly where my most sensitive place was and went right for it, stroking the moisture over my clitoris. My hips lurched at the pleasure and I clung to him, groaning softly. Then I was weightless, I couldn’t feel the floor beneath my feet. It took me a moment to realize he’d picked me up and was carrying me somewhere. Back to bed? No. He gently sat me down on the nearby wicker sofa, and.