I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. Hay is for farm animals. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Ask politely. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. Services stared awhile at her slim frame. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. |