The sensation was unlike anything he could ever have dreamed.  He had watched girls do this in grainy little videos and beat off to his shame but that was but a shadow of a whisper compared to the hot reality of skin on skin.  Letting a guttural moan escape his lips he took hold of her head, his fingers combing through to reach her soft scalp.  Her hands were like painter's as they masterfully stroked him to hardness and her mouth...words would be an insult.<br/><br/>He allowed himself to look down at her, the cleft between her breasts just visible underneath his cock, he focused on their hypnotic swaying in that tight dress.  Bringing one hand down, he just allowed himself to graze the outside of one breast with his middle finger, feeling the fabric against his skin and moaning both at her mouth and at the feeling of that solitary tit.  He could die now and it would have all been worthwhile.