My hands wander down over your chest with fingers out spread, slipping down your waist and back up again. Sucking it in, hearing your moans as I apply pressure, scraping my teeth against the sides as my head moves up and down in time to the music. Village sex You caress the firm flesh, then when your hands slip down to my stomach I move away, stepping behind you. You turn and start to rise, hungry with desire. You put your hands on my head, tangling your fingers in my long hair and I close my eyes and take your cock into my mouth again. Your hands tighten their hold on my hips. I smile at you as you reach out your hand. Reaching to the waist of the skirt with both hands, I unfasten it and let it slide off and down my hips. The music changes for the last time to a very sultry song, the
