Emma, 27 tuổi, liếm vú sinh viên sau đại học

I am alone masturbating when I think I hear the front door open. I am feeling so good that I ignore it. Enjoying the sensations my fingers are giving me, I keep my eyes closed as I hear someone enter the room. 'Emma, are you awake?' It's my ex-boyfriend. We'd broken up the week before and I remember that I had agreed to give him the things he'd left at my flat back this morning. Somewhere in the back of my head floats up the thought, 'He must still have the key to get in.' In reality, I, threw on a dressing down and pretended I hadlate. But when I think about the moment now, I dream that I moan softly, my fingers bringing my orgasm closer. He approaches the bed, pulling the covers off. His hands slides down to between my legs, feeling my clitoris pulsating away. He leans down and sucks my clitoris. The orgasm comes racing over me, my clitoris driving against his mouth. We spend the rest of the day making love.