She sat on the window and lighted up a cigarette. In the silence that followed I observed her pretentious posture while she smoked. She is tall and ha... a toned pear-shape body. The long sleeved white top and short red skirt complimented her figure. With a long oval face, her lips are dark and thin, and so are her eyes. She normally hides her face between her long and healthy hair, subconsciously exhibiting her insecurities.When her cigarette burned out she sat beside me. I rested my head on her. She was standing naked in front of me and twirled around and bent over while slipping the boxers she was still holding up her legs. They hugged her ass perfectly as she stood upright again. Despite my best efforts a little groan escaped from me as she turned to face me again.‘Well? What do you think?’ she questioned.‘You’re the worst. You know they look amazing on you.’She smirked wickedly and turned around again. She disappeared from the room and came back shortly later with the rest of the. She began to suck knowing where his target lay, the whip swished through the air, crack, the lash left a line on her left buttock, the second on her right , she held her breath, she knew the next would be down the cleft, she heard the whistle of the thong as it passed over her head, the stroke hit just as she expected , a red hot line cracked down the cleft, like lightning the leather left a single line of burning pain across the brown puckered starfish then curling into her sex in a caress. " I got my tongue as far up into her as I could. She was moaning and moving around which made me think that I'm doing something right. Then, she began groaning more and more. "Oh, Greg, you're making me feel so wonderful. Oh, yes, right there, lick me round and round, oh, yes, it…UUHN, UUHN, oh, oh, mmm, oh, yes," and she pulled me up and began kissing me over and over. Then, we just lay there in each other's arms. It still felt strange to me to be with a naked woman, especially my best.
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