His tongue laved the taut bud, tasting a faint hint of sweat.His tongue laved the taut bud, tasting a faint hint of sweat. He knew she'd already had Billy Joe tonight, but he knew that kid couldn't make Irish come. It took a strong man, with a lot of stamina and willpower. She was insatiable at times. Delicately he bit down on the tip of her breast, feeling her hands come up to grab his head and hold it still. Tremors racked her body as he continued to nibble at her tits. He switched off, first one, then the other, always sucking on them, them biting them, then licking all around. Irish continued to squirm as he feasted on her breasts. When she held his face tightly against her chest and arched her back, giving a low cry, he knew she'd had her first orgasm. |