I can still feel her lips against my chest, two velvetine strips of red, forming the ring of suction in which her tongue danced.I can still feel her lips against my chest, two velvetine strips of red, forming the ring of suction in which her tongue danced. Every nerve ending was at peak performance as she worked her way from one nipple to another and then down. Her long nails, painted a glossy red, found my balls and began to fondle them gently. Her pointed nipples danced about my thighs, lightly brushing them as I arched back, until I felt my cock enveloped by her firm breasts. Suddenly, her warm mouth found its target, and her tongue lightly began to lick me. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I had only come up for the day, on a quick business trip to Marin County. My plan was to fly up to San Francisco, then rent a car and drive north, stopping at two of our plant sites. But on the flight up, I shared a seat with Connie, who explained that she lived in Marin County and would be happy to give me a ride. |