She could feel his eyes devouring her exposed flesh, drinking in her nakedness and vulnerabilities."Mmmmm, beautiful" he whispered low enough she had ...to process the sound twice in her mind to decipher the word.She could feel the heat radiating from the stove now.His gaze left her, she could feel it's absence.He was breaking up her gift, tiny nuggets of joy for him. Though she wondered at times if it may be his Master.The jangle of the knives leaving the element and his pronounced inhale, she. "I know we are. I love you, Brian. You've been so good to me. I haven't shown you nearly often enough how much you mean to me." And you chose now because you are upset over George?" No! Not exactly. I can't help it that when I saw those two drag him off, I got wet. I just wanted to have a good time, too," she said. We continued the slow build toward the next peak. "I wasn't substituting you, Brian. The same thing happens to me when I see Courtney wiggle her butt in front of your face. Or when. He was ferociously hard in her hand. Through widened eyes steeped with undiluted fear; adrenalin coursed through his soporific muscles. Raking her fingers through his bed hair, she amplified their mollifying effect with a soft kiss.He croaked to try and speak; she pressed a finger to his lips.“Sssh, just lie back and relax. Let me do the talking, just nod if you agree.”He nodded and playful smile eased onto her inquisitive face.“You are so hard, would you like me to continue?”He nodded, she. “I’m cumming! Oh, god, I’m cumming! Shit! I’m cumming!” she screamed, thrashing in my arms. Her whole body became involved: hands, arms, legs, feet, hips, chest, as she writhed about. I kept at her, rubbing against the two pleasure spots until she rose off the bed, went totally stiff and her eyes rolled back in her head. I quickly stopped, afraid that she might pass out. He body suddenly lost tension, and she fell back, gasping for air.It took a few minutes until she was finally able to speak..