Without breaking our kiss, he eased back. He pried my arms from their hug and my bra fell to the floor. I felt my ripe tits strain from the weight of their new-found freedom. My nipples were already rock-hard. The tension of their need was drawing the soft flesh around them taut.

One hand cupped a lush tit. His other drew my tummy against his crotch. I meowed. His tongue never missed a lick as his fingers started to knead my boob. I didn't understand or question how he could be so cool and calm. At the moment I was too hot to think. I was too naive to even consider the possibility that he was a procurer for a

white-slave ring.

The lava in my belly was bubbling. My tits were throbbing. The crotch of my panties was wet with juice. The cheeks of my ass were locked tightly together and my knees were wobbly. My back was breaking out in goosebumps wherever his fingers brushed. I was his.

I was lightheaded long before he broke off our kiss. He led me to the couch and pulled me down beside him.

"You have the smallest, palest nipples I've ever seen," he smiled. "God, but they're beautiful."

I blushed in pride.

"Baby, I'm gonna eat your red-headed cunt. I'm gonna fuck your little hole till all you can think of is my eight inches of meat. You're gonna get your cookies off so many times that you won't think of anything else."

I wiggled expectantly. He lowered his mouth to my swollen jug. My hard-lipped nipple shot between his teeth as he sucked. Bolts of lightning flashed through me. He rolled the pink pap between his lips. He nibbled on it. He flailed it with his tongue.

His hands slid under my skirt. They pushed the silky material of my slip back as they ran along the inside of my thigh. I couldn't stop a shaky whimper as they brushed my hidden vee and caressed my tummy. I wanted to get a hand on his hard-on but it was put of reach.