Book 97: Wet And Sloppy!

Ellen's P.O.V.

I moaned as he closed his mouth a little and, instead of his licking tongue, I felt his nipping teeth on the tiny, sensitive button. At my other breast, his fingers kept up their work, too, pinching my left nipple, so that the two different, unbalanced yet similar sensations, turned my moan into a cry of painful pleasure.

"Oh Barry," I whispered, giving myself to the naughtiness that seemed to please him so much.

He moved his mouth to my other breast and his hands went away for an instant, only to return farther down. He put them inside the waistband of my jeans and I felt his fingers undoing the button.

He had told me to take all my clothes off, yes, and I had started to comply before he started his slow torture. She still can't believe this was really happening, no one has touched her the way Barry was doing, no one had ever taken down my pants the way he's doing.

I felt my pussy gush wet into my panties as for the first time I let my mind go there. Barry is going to