.Then i get down to her navel and kissed it i insert my tongue in her navel and rolled my tounge.. She was moaning like “Isssshhhh” then i rolled ...her back and kissed her back she was enjoying it i could see her ..Then i moved down and started to remove her pants but she held me saying no i said ill just kiss she said no i was just caressing her pussy with phants on after long pleading she accepted and i removed her pant and removed her panty fully wow now i could see her pussy there was little. You growl angrily and bite into delicate area between my neck and shoulder, Not a sweet, “kinky” bite- not a bite that makes you tingle and moan from the gentle sensations it brings, it was a rough, pissed-the-fuck-off bite that leaves a circular bruise for weeks, that makes your eyes roll back and your blood to boil, one that breaks skin and causes the adrenaline to flood your system. You grasp both heels of my boots and in one swift motion wrench my legs up and over my head, biting into the. Cindy hasn't been much into dancing lately, pun intended.Because of my stupid gut, I'll now have to be on the lookout for any odd signs from Cindy. It's like I don't trust her anymore and for no reason. I'm just hoping my gut feeling is only indigestion.My problem is that I'm no super sleuth. I don't know much about the video cameras, phone bugging stuff, whatever the hell that is, and I'm not rich enough to hire a private investigator. Especially since I don't have the slightest clue what I'm. I had never liked the idea of my lovers touching my stomach. My navel was ticklish to an extreme, and the skin surrounding it was sensitive, and unforgiving. When I was alone, though, I could treat myself the way I needed to be, sliding and digging at the surface, pressing and squeezing, trying to tickle myself.My fingertips returned to my nipples again and again, never gentle with them, roughly manipulating them, in stark contrast to the gentle caresses on my stomach. My breasts welcomed me.