
Susan whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly… she could imagine it slipping inside her… up into the hot, velvety, moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina… strong, warm and masculine… bringing her ecstatic peace… entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her… but… but, she mustn't… she mustn't…
He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her robe to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.
He was overwhelmed with the firm fullness of her breast! Certainly, something medically plastic had to be done to make their sleek warmness stand so erect to his hand… but, he knew this was not so. They encompassed the full breast of their side, not elongated, never pulpy, but strong and firm, still resilient. Christ, he was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips… then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.
