A sudden idea comes to me and I pour the remaining wine down the sink. Your pussy feels so good, it’s so tight.” I cry, my right hand squeezing her tits again. As soon as she’s laid back down I grab at her tits. She had been talking about an expensive pedicure she’d had earlier during the meal and I can see why. After several hours of research one day I decide on a plan and placed an order on a somewhat dodgy looking site. I spit, a globule of saliva landing directly on the dark pink hole just before the tip of my cock presses against it. I’m about to head back upstairs when I spot the almost empty bottle of wine still on the counter. It’s not quite ready yet and so I seize the opportunity and turn to the open bottle of wine. A perfect pink mound with soft, delicate looking lips. They’re barely large enough to fill my hands but they warm and soft, her nipples poking out between my fingers. As I bite down on her nipple my finger enters her pussy. Her body rolls over limply and I see her eyes are shut. I stay there, eating her out for a good ten minutes before finally sitting up, my hands unbuckling my belt.
