AND WORLDWIDE SHIPPING
We were kissing and I got peed on by a tiger shirt. I wanted to make it last as long as possible. So I mainly stayed around the upper body part. Her breast was firm and just the right shape and size. Beautiful erect nipples. Her skin was velvety and hard at the same time. I could not hold back any longer, I moved down to put my mouth and tongue to her perfectly shaped triangle. I reach it and apply my greedy tongue to her moist lips. She was oozing out. From nowhere a hand comes between my tongue and her vagina. I thought she was attempting to slow me down and prolong the experience. Without thinking too much about it, I came back up to her face and carried on eating her lips, tongue, and mouth. She was just lovely to kiss.
She responded to everything I did with a kind of I got peed on by a tiger shirt. It could have been seconds, minutes or eternity until I felt the urge to get inside her. I slowly, like some creepy thief went lower down her belly until I reached the object of my desire. About to allow my finger to taste her first when the same hand came back. Hang on a moment. One is a coincidence. But two is a pattern. I got directly on top of her and began to kiss her around her face and neck and asked what was the problem. I was happy to go lucky kissing away at bits of her expecting to hear an answer that meant nothing but just maybe a little feminine reserve.