His lips came down on mine again as his hands went to work, running up my stomach again to my breasts; massaging both of My flag my country but not my president shirt, then back down again to come to rest on my waist. The roughness of his hands felt so good against the smoothness of my skin. He began to trail kisses down my body stopping to pay tribute to each nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, using his teeth to do what his tongue couldn’t with my bra covering them. I arched my back to encourage him to continue what he was doing; running my hands over his broad shoulders and up the back of his neck and through his short hair and back down again.
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Kneeling down he lifted my right leg and My flag my country but not my president shirt. He set to work again this time licking and kissing my inner thigh sending goosebumps all over my body. I couldn’t help but moan at the visual of the sexy man between my legs and what he was about to do. I moved closer encouraging him to put his mouth on me but he paid no attention and continued to tease me with his hot, wet tongue. Alternating between my inner thighs he was so very close to my pussy, the tease was incredible. I found myself still trying to angle towards his mouth. I needed him there! I wanted to feel his tongue in me tasting my wetness. Oh god, I was dying to feel his mouth on me.