"And please, say to me, you'll let me suck your cock..." The skirt made its way down, then the bra, then the panties. She sank to her hands and knees and crawled on the floor towards him, sliding up his body and putting her hands on his shoulders. "And when I taste you I feel thirsty, inside," she leered, waving her tits in front of his face. "It's such a feeling that, my love, I can't dodge" — his heart pulsed — "I can't spit" — she twirled around, wigging her ass — "I must dri-i-i-i-i-i-i-ink!" she shrieked, twerking her ass against his now-erect cock. "Yeah you, got that something..." she went on, but Tony could hardly hear now, he was lost in the jumble of emotions. All he could think of was how badly he wanted her, wanted to possess her. Her tits were in his mouth, he was greedily, hungrily sucking on them, desire Brunette flowing through him. He could not keep his hands from wandering everywhere, that silky smooth ass, those unbelievable legs, that juicy wet pussy. In time to the music, Manjula ripped off all his clothes, manhandling him like a stuffed toy. Tony could see, behind her sweet voice, the raw animal desire that was driving her. "I want to handjob suck your co-o-o-o-o-o-ock," she finished triumphantly. She was on her knees again, her lips just a centimetre in front of the white drop on the tip of teens his head. "But," he finally said, exerting every ounce of self-control he could sucking muster, "but what...what about your virginity—" "For whom? Some man in Sri Lanka I have not even met? It is not he I want to be my husband. It is you I want to be my husband." "I can't—" She shushed him by kissing his cock. "I know you are not ready for that. But I also know that I am. Your father was wrong. Nothing you desire can possibly hurt me. I feel I understand you so much better now. I know how long you have wanted this and how much it means to you. I want to give it to you. Tell me how to please you the way you have always dreamed." No man can resist the siren calls of his cock for long, not when the girl he loves is blowjob kneeling before him. "Take me to the shower," he said at last. Not since he was a small boy had Tony been bathed by another person. He popped the cork, drank it all, and waited. I grab the sweater and pull it over my head. They are Brunette blowjob now in the back yard of the house. "Like?" A couple minits later she scooted Shelly seemed to be trying to get away from me at this point. The skirt dropped to my ankles, and then she grabbed at my panties, pulling them down to rest on my ankles teens as well. The girls were definitely getting used to the sexual attention and to being nude around the men. Tom was now so comfortable that he sucking started to snore. As she's walking back she smiles and looks handjob at me with those sexy brown eyes of hers, eyes which she knows exactly how to use to her advantage. Both her tiny hands pumped and squeezed the remaining droplets out of him and into her mouth.