I continue through the apartment, lightly pinching and rolling my nipples between manicured fingernails.The bathroom fogs and steams up immediately as... I switch the water on. I climb in, equipped with an arsenal of toys, lubes, and oils.I close my eyes and let the scalding water cascade down my body. Rivulets fall surreptitiously between my breasts and over my pierced belly button to meet the anxiously awaiting target between my legs. Despite the temperature of the water, chills course through. He called me a cocksucker and all but kicked me out of the house. A week went by, and then one day he called me... invited me over, and we played the whole scenario out again. And of course, he didn't suck me or jerk me off, or anything. He wouldn't even let me jerk myself off as I sucked him." He continued, "This went on for the better part of a year. After a few months, he decided he wanted to fuck me. At first, it hurt like hell, but then after awhile... God help me, I came to hate him, but. Then, he moved down again as he parted my legs. Feeling my warm, moist pussy he brought me quickly to a climax with his fingers and tongue as my head went back in pleasure. I played with his hair and rubbed my hands up, down and around his back, digging my fingers in as I came. I pressed on his hand and asked him to stop for a moment as I panted. We continued, and there and then I had a new experience; we both had sex together on the back seat of his car with him on top, one leg on the floor. I. He started to slow down, with every thrust inside he would push deeper, hitting all the right spots. He gently groped her buttocks, pulling them apart, lifting her hips from the step to get even deeper still. God only knows how many times she had cum, how many marks she had left on his back. All she knew was it was feeling better by the second. Another orgasm was starting to emerge and she was losing control of her body rapidly. It had grown from a tingle to feeling like she was on fire. He.