The arm which had been holding him up straightens, his thigh slides away from mine as together they help him move lower down the bed. XXX Pulling them up toward my face I realize that my nails have drawn blood. He looks at the clear liquid for a second and then puts his finger to his lips, sucking up the salty droplet. This is torture! He doesn’t give me the satisfaction though, moving further down instead, that long tongue tracing the contours of my inner thigh. Soon he’s crouched by my legs, hands on either side of my hips, knees straddling my calves, muscled ass in the air and tail lashing playfully. All my mind can register is his steady propelling and the pure bliss it brings.




















