"Play with my dick, will you, Ragnhild?"He desires me to play with his dick? Heck! How am I supposed to do that? I pet and stroke it tenderly and flip...pantly all the same, feeling my body tense and warm up in sexual tension and strain as I delay and dither all the more to grip and fix it straight into my pussy.He then rebukes me, "I don't mean that, Ragnhild. I mean to say you butter up and suck my dick. That is what I want you to do. You understand that?" I grasp it well, Stian." Good; go ahead. ”We were kissing deeply, sucking on each other’s tongues, as I had another orgasm, and I felt his cock jerking and throbbing, and his cum spraying inside me. He kept fucking me with slower strokes as his cock softened, and we both swooned in the glow of our mutual orgasms.Bryan stayed in me for another ten minutes, as we continued kissing, and when he finally pulled out, he said, “I think you know that I’m going to clean up my own mess.”He turned around next to me, and he began sucking his own. Ginny looked around speechlessly. The room was again light up by red scented candles and a double bed made up of silk quilts and pillow with rose petals scattered across the blankets. She turned to face Harry as he said 'You know how I said I didn't want to have sex in your parents house...' looking around the room to signal his intentions.Ginny's heart skipped a beat. After a year of longing for what was about to come he had made such a great effort to make it perfect already. And as Harry. I pulled her head off me; the sensation of her mouth drove me too close to orgasm. I returned the favor as I laid her on her back. I placed my hands below her knees and raised them in the air. Her feet rested on the bed as I slowly, methodically kissed up her calves and down her thighs. She shivered with each wet kiss. I brushed my teeth over the sensitive area of her thighs, grazing it, nibbling it as she yelped with pleasure.I lowered my face into her warm, wet, sweet spot. She felt my hot.