She pushed down my shorts; I peeled off her tight pants.
Pressed together, naked groin to naked groin, I hardly needed a c**k to enter me. Her fingers knew what I required. Soft like feathers, like down, like the rain outside, they teased me. I bucked on her hand for more and saw her smile, enjoying my desperation. She drew lines on my skin with her nails so I could see the red tentacles with my eyes. Nibbling at my n*****s they grew hard in her mouth as she bit them. I did the same to hers, finding my face devouring the voluptuous mounds of womanliness. Smelling sweet of perfume, I thought I tasted candy on the surface of her skin. She jolted from my efforts and that made me glad. Knowing a woman was more than knowing myself well. Like knowing a man it required some time. Sti
