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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2008 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"The Lesson"
Tamara held Rob’s chin and pulled his face forward to meet her gaze as she straddled his nearly naked body.
“You pay attention to me,” she demanded. “Don’t worry about anything else going on in this room.”
He nodded.
As though undressing down to only a sexy yellow thong wasn’t enough, Tamara pressed her perfect handful-
sized breasts against his bare chest. His hand slid up the backs of her smooth thighs until they reached her
firm, round ass.
The sensations of her silky skin, her hard nipples sweeping against him and feeling his stiff cock brushing the
inside of his black silk boxers, Rob felt a release could be eminent at any moment. But he held off, wanting to
get more of lesson from this skilled teacher.
Tamara took one of Rob’s hands from her ass and brought it around to her tit. His eyes gathered in the visual
feast as he massaged it. A moan escaped her mouth as she cocked her head, letting her golden brown hair
cascaded down the side of his face.
“Make my body yours, Rob. You’re responsible for my pleasure,” she said then kissed the side of his face.
Responsible for her pleasure? He swallowed, thinking about that daunting prospect. But then again, shirking
back from risks was what got him to this point in the first place, got him to seek her.
The touch of her lips made him moan this time. She pushed him back against the red arm of the couch.
Moving her torso up, she hovered her other unattended tit over hisr face, particularly his mouth.
Gazing at her cinnamon-colored areola pumped more blood into his cock until it strained against his boxers. He
wasted no time latching onto the juicy orb. His tongue swirled around her pebbled nipple making her body
tremble with each pass.
Without prompting, Rob brought his hand down and hooked a finger onto the side of her panties. In an easy
pull, he brought her thong down to her knees that were imbedded into the couch cushions.
Tamara took that moment to move back from him, detaching him from suckling her tit as she lay back with her
head on the other arm of the couch. Raising her legs in the air, nonverbally she asked him to remove her
downed panties.
He did so, eliminating them from around her ankles and tossing them to the floor. Her sweet but briny aroma
emanated from between her legs and up to his nostrils. Rob took in a deep breath to inhale as much of her
intoxicating scent.
Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
“You pay attention to me,” she demanded. “Don’t worry about anything else going on in this room.”
He nodded.
As though undressing down to only a sexy yellow thong wasn’t enough, Tamara pressed her perfect handful-
sized breasts against his bare chest. His hand slid up the backs of her smooth thighs until they reached her
firm, round ass.
The sensations of her silky skin, her hard nipples sweeping against him and feeling his stiff cock brushing the
inside of his black silk boxers, Rob felt a release could be eminent at any moment. But he held off, wanting to
get more of lesson from this skilled teacher.
Tamara took one of Rob’s hands from her ass and brought it around to her tit. His eyes gathered in the visual
feast as he massaged it. A moan escaped her mouth as she cocked her head, letting her golden brown hair
cascaded down the side of his face.
“Make my body yours, Rob. You’re responsible for my pleasure,” she said then kissed the side of his face.
Responsible for her pleasure? He swallowed, thinking about that daunting prospect. But then again, shirking
back from risks was what got him to this point in the first place, got him to seek her.
The touch of her lips made him moan this time. She pushed him back against the red arm of the couch.
Moving her torso up, she hovered her other unattended tit over hisr face, particularly his mouth.
Gazing at her cinnamon-colored areola pumped more blood into his cock until it strained against his boxers. He
wasted no time latching onto the juicy orb. His tongue swirled around her pebbled nipple making her body
tremble with each pass.
Without prompting, Rob brought his hand down and hooked a finger onto the side of her panties. In an easy
pull, he brought her thong down to her knees that were imbedded into the couch cushions.
Tamara took that moment to move back from him, detaching him from suckling her tit as she lay back with her
head on the other arm of the couch. Raising her legs in the air, nonverbally she asked him to remove her
downed panties.
He did so, eliminating them from around her ankles and tossing them to the floor. Her sweet but briny aroma
emanated from between her legs and up to his nostrils. Rob took in a deep breath to inhale as much of her
intoxicating scent.
Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.