Peyton's Pleasure (106 page)

R
y
k
e
r l
e
f
t
h
e
r kiss
-
swoll
e
n
lips
to
s
a
mple h
e
r b
ea
d
e
d
nippl
e
s.
He pl
a
y
e
d
with
th
e
m,
t
ea
s
ing th
e
m
with
the
tip
of
his
ton
g
u
e
.
H
e mound
e
d
one
b
rea
st
with
his
h
a
nd
e
v
e
n
a
s
his
mouth
nipp
e
d
a
t
the

oth
e
r
on
e
.
S
he
t
a
st
e
d
of
hon
e
y
a
nd
spi
ce
.
He
w
o
uld
n
e
v
e
r
g
e
t
e
no
u
g
h of h
er
.
S
he mo
a
n
e
d
a
s
he plu
c
k
e
d
a
t
h
e
r nipp
l
e
s
with
his
f
in
g
er
s. Nothing
pl
ea
s
e
d
him
so
mu
c
h
a
s
a
wom
a
n
w
h
o
e
nj
o
y
e
d
s
e
x
.
Th
a
t h
e’
d
f
in
a
l
l
y
f
ound
one
w
ho
not
on
l
y
e
nj
o
y
e
d
s
e
x
but
e
nj
o
y
e
d
a
little p
a
in with h
e
r
pl
ea
su
r
e
o
n
l
y
p
r
ov
e
d
th
a
t she
w
a
s t
h
e
one
f
or
him.

He s
a
t
up
a
nd
d
r
e
w
h
e
r
u
p
with
him.
W
h
e
n
she st
ar
t
e
d
to
re
a
c
h
f
or him,
he
shook
h
is
h
ea
d
“
no”
a
nd
p
ee
l
e
d
h
e
r
blouse
a
nd
b
r
a
fr
om
h
e
r bo
d
y
.
He
ea
s
e
d
o
f
f
the
b
e
d
a
nd
b
ac
k
up
a
st
e
p
or two.
He
didn
’
t
t
r
ust th
a
t
he
wouldn
’
t
g
ive
in
to
his
n
ee
d
f
or
h
e
r
a
nd
t
a
ke
h
e
r
r
i
g
ht
th
e
n. No, he
w
a
nt
e
d to m
a
k
e
t
his sp
ec
i
a
l.

“
P
ull
o
f
f
y
our
j
ea
ns
.
”
H
is
voi
c
e
ca
me
out
ra
s
p
y
,
a
t
e
st
a
m
e
nt
to how little
c
ont
r
ol he
h
a
d.

Pe
y
ton
smil
e
d
a
nd
push
e
d
h
er
s
e
lf
o
f
f
t
h
e
b
e
d.
S
he
tu
r
n
e
d
h
e
r
b
a
c
k

to
him
a
nd
s
lipp
e
d
o
f
f
h
e
r sho
e
s,
th
e
n
slid
h
e
r j
ea
ns
down
h
e
r bo
d
y
, b
e
nding
ov
e
r
until h
e
r
l
ace
-
c
ov
e
r
e
d
a
ss w
a
s
u
p in the
a
ir
a
s she st
e
pp
e
d out of
h
e
r
j
e
a
ns.

“
Now the
p
a
nti
e
s
.
”

W
ithout
blin
k
ing
a
n
e
y
e
,
she
slid
h
e
r
h
a
nds
d
own
inside
h
e
r und
er
w
e
a
r
a
nd
r
oll
e
d
t
h
e
m
down
h
e
r
l
e
g
s
to
p
ool
a
t
h
e
r
f
ee
t.
S
he look
e
d
a
t him
fr
om b
e
tw
ee
n sp
r
e
a
d l
e
g
s th
e
n
stood b
ac
k up
a
nd tu
r
n
e
d
ar
ound.
One
f
i
n
g
e
r
w
e
nt
into
h
e
r
mouth.
S
he
su
c
k
e
d
it
th
e
n
l
e
t it
out
with
a
n
a
udible pop.
W
h
e
n
she b
e
g
a
n
to
l
e
t
it
g
lide downw
ar
d tow
ar
d
h
e
r
pus
s
y
,
h
e
d
r
e
w
in
a
sh
a
k
y b
r
ea
th
a
nd
g
r
a
bb
e
d
h
e
r
w
r
ist
to stop h
e
r
p
r
o
g
re
ssion.

“
I
didn
’
t s
a
y
y
ou
c
ould
p
l
a
y
with
y
ou
r
s
e
l
f
.”
“
I
like
pl
a
y
i
n
g
with
m
y
s
e
l
f
,”
she
cr
oo
n
e
d.
“
Not if
I
don
’
t
w
a
nt
y
ou
t
o.”

“
M
a
ke
me
stop.”