<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>Well, he seemed to be doing well so far. She was moaning at least, looking into his eyes as her lips parted in soft moans. Her hips bucking into his hand actually made it harder to keep track of her clit, and frequently he found his finger slipping from her lips or along her slit. Licking his lips he looked over her body, wanting to do something more, and once more his eyes rested on her hefty chest.<br/><br/>One last glance to her eyes and he leaned down, his lips wrapping around her breast, trying to stuff as much of the soft flesh as would fit in his mouth in one go. His tongue pressed and slid along the hardened nipple, his teeth scraping at her flesh before his lips finally sealed tight, sucking down to the tip of her pink nub. His finger grew lax momentarily, but soon he found himself in a rhythm, lips sucking on her breast, tongue flicking her nipple, and his finger pressing and sliding along her clitoris.<br/><br/>His hips pressed to her leg and his hard, throbbing member slid along her body. His other hand wrapped around, grabbing at her ass, wanting to do something. His finger wavered as he began wondering what else he should do. Should he keep going? Should he slip his finger inside of her? Or maybe he should try and fuck her?<br/><br/>He paused a moment, lips and finger halting. He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked at her. What should he do? Did it matter? He licked his lips, eyes averting from her gaze, looking to the wall instead.<br/><br/>"I um...I'm...still a virgin." He spoke it quietly.