The feeling was amazing thought it only just started. She toyed with me. Her fingers traced the edges of my face once more, slowly. She reached the hem of my fish-net shirt pulling it off. A chilling sensation struck my abdominal. I was excited with anticipation. Next was my skirt. I was left in nothing more than a white lace bra with a pair of panties to match. I had the urge to touch her in ways I would never touch another person. The wild side of me kicked in as I unhooked the bra with no effort. They bounced in glee. I did what was only natural.
My tongue lapped over her hard, erect nipples. They were sweet and smooth. My hands pulled her forward, her body pressing closer to my own. I could hear her moan softly at first. The volume increased when I started to suck. She was mine to control. Always had been. My left hand caressed over to her left breast. These fingers had a mind of their own. They teased her nipple, tugging and twisting; not in the least bit painful. She showed her pleasure with her head leaning back, holding in her moan. She grabbed a fist full of my hair, shoving me harder to her naked breasts. My own nipples were becoming hard. I was enjoying every moment of this.