He lay on her softness, and she embraced him. As he recovered, he realized that he must be crushing her even so.“Sorry,” he said. He moved to the ...side, but there wasn’t much room. She moved away from him but reached back to him. He took her hand and moved closer. Their clasped hands lay between them. “Was that okay? Were you frightened?”“I wasn’t frightened at all. You were very gentle. It was fine.” That was good to hear. She was lying on her back, and he dropped her hand on her leg. He moved. She felt so good as their tongues did a dance of passion. "I think we had better take this inside, don't you," queried Sylvie. They walked quickly up the stairs to Brad's bedroom. As they stood together, she ran her hands over his body, feeling his nipples then advancing to his belt buckle. She wanted him naked in front of her. He must of read her mind, because he quickly dispensed with the rest of his clothing and stood before her, a God-like living statue. He was beautiful. His tall, broad. Black shelf bra – leaving my nipples straining out the top. High, black boots. A black dress with a long zipper. I ordered a white wine and patiently waited. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I started to take a sip of wine when I felt an arm grab me around my waist from behind, and soft lips and tongue caress my long neck. You came around in front of me and without a word, took my head in your hands and kissed me. You thoroughly and sensually kissed me. It was amazing. You caressed my. Then the sudden gasp and moan that burst from her mouth shocked me, there was almost a kind of a violence in it. I took my attention back to between her legs and saw that she had thrust three fingers into herself. Almost immediately, she was sawing her clenched fingers backwards and forwards into her pussy.She leaned heavily on my shoulder with her left hand as her head fell forwards onto my chest. I would have preferred to have still been able to watch her finger-fuck herself but I still got.