Then he came over me—his c**k rubbing against my thigh, but not entering. He kissed my lips—slowly, long, tongue inside. I sucked his tongue. He squeezed my breasts—now harder. A drop of milk came out. He licked it. "Sweet," he said. My waist lifted on its own. He placed a finger on my c**t—just touched, didn't move. I screamed. "Alex... now..." But he stopped. "Infinite pleasure demands patience."
He got up, brought a box—black silk bands. He closed my eyes. Darkness. Now only touch. His fingers all over my body—neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, p***y edges. Everywhere, but not the c**t. I was writhing. A stream of juice flowing from my p***y. "Please... inside..." I said crying. He whispered, "Now." His tongue on my c**t—one jolt. I came. But he didn't stop—tongue kept circling, fingers i
