The presence or absence of his spend is trivial before my need to taste you. I spread your legs and descend upon your thighs with my mouth and lips.My... first taste is of your sweat. Salty and musky behind your knee. My lips kiss their way closer to your center. Tongue leaving a trail, mapping my way to the very essence of your femininity. You are pulling at your bonds, words muffled by the shaft of your lover as you try to angle your hips closer to my kisses, to bring your pussy closer to my. She had kept her bra on which bugs me because I like to see tits jiggle when I'm fucking a woman. She said she didn't like how they looked but I convinced her to take it off. They weren't the prettiest titties I'd ever seen but not the worst either. I assured her they were fine and started to work on them. Squeezing and sucking them for a while before I climbed up enough to slide my dick in her wet waiting pussy. It wasn't the tightest one I had ever been in but by far not the loosest. I fucked. He rolled his eyes heavenward. I spread my open palms from my body.“I’ll get going. Good luck.”“Thanks,” he answered before turning back to the matters of glacial landforms.I walked the short distance out of campus and across the main drag. Entering campus town with only the beeping of one horn and no screeching of tires, I made my way along the strip of bars, tee-shirt shops, and tattoo places that passed itself of as a downtown until I reached a small cafe converted from some ancient. The name I chose when becoming more and more of a sissy.It was a quiet weeknight, and I was alone at home. Fresh out of the shower and sitting naked at my computer, online and chatting to lots of horny people.After a while of chatting a while, some private chats were going on and getting hot and heavy. Some with new people, some with same people I've chatted before.In this instance was someone I'd chatted to many times, henceforth known as John. We chatted often and about many topics, but.