He could see tan lines, indicating that she wore a small bikini top that covered only her nipples and the tips of her breasts. He wondered how many ha...rd-ons she provoked wearing a small top like that, and he wondered if her bikini bottom covered just as little of her ripe ass.She let out a small gasp as he pressed his warm, wet mouth against her breast. Reaching for his crotch, she massaging his erection through his pants. As he sucked, she slowly unzipped his fly and expertly maneuvered his. You’ve heard, I’m sure, that it’s the submissive that really calls the shots. That’s true with her. She’s an incredibly imaginative and considerate lover, who tells me, out of role, when she wants to be ordered about, restrained, or get pain. In general, we’re both happy with mild erotic pain. There may be a time, she tells me, when she wants something more intense, but that hasn’t yet come up. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. To prepare, though, we may well start going to the. And when at the end of each long, slippery stroke he flicked my clit with the end of his tongue, I quivered involuntarily and pressed my slick, oozing crotch down more firmly onto his face. The wet sounds coming from between my legs were almost as erotic as the sensation of his thick, slithering tongue intruding itself into the hot wetness there. I moved my mouth down to his balls again and licked them, and the pulsating hairy spot behind them. The sour smell of his anus was erotic to me, much. “Look at her.”I walked to her, crouched down and looked her in the eye. “I see.” I reached up quickly and took both nipples in my fingers, pulled then out and down, twisting them hard. She bit her lip hard and groaned but didn’t scream out. I looked up at Peter. “Do you see?” I twisted them harder, pulled further out, kept increasing the pressure until until she finally let out a gutteral sob. When I let go, the flood of blood back into her nipples jolted her and she shook her body, tears.