This was something different. Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. Then he kissed her mouth. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. I'm a girl, she said. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. She felt her body begin to sag, bending forward until her head was touching the carpeting before her, already conquored. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. And then, she felt something brush her lips. |