I whined again when he pulled his rod free from my mouth but I could tell from the tight way he gripped the base that he was close. He didn't want to finish yet - such a considerate boy! - and I didn't want him to either. He kissed me hard on the lips, as if exploring the taste of his own dick, tongue gliding over mine. Then he leaned me back on the bed until I was lying.

The skirt of my dress rolled up for him very easily. I'd forgotten how easy it was to make myself ready for sex in that dress, which is odd because that's...