<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre chuckled at her response. "True enough. And here I thought words were<em>MY</em>strong suit." He sucked in a sharp breath as she shot down and deep throated his manhood almost all the way. His eyes rolled back as the sensation hit him like a wave crashing along a beach. When he could focus his eyes again, he watched her as she explained the situation, only looking away to look at the dresser she was referring to. However, as she opened her legs to position herself, he got a devilish grin. He grabbed her and twisted his body in one sharp, sudden movement until her shoulders were on the bed, hips up and him between her legs. He pushed her legs down, curling her back and using his weight and body to prevent her from being able to move anything but her arms.<br/><br/>He then looked her in the eyes as he gently and softly kissed her thighs. "I told you I wanted to return the favor. Did you think I would fuck you without taking care of your needs?" As he said this, he gently bit her inner thigh a few inches from her mound. He'd noticed that some women loved this from his past lovers. His hands slid lightly up her thighs, around her shapely ass, and down her sides until his hands were caressing her breasts.<br/><br/>He gently ran his thumb over the swelling buds that were her nipples, teasing her the whole time. He would kiss along her thigh until he got close to her glistening lips before repeating on the other legs. Then, he would kiss around her swollen nethers, never quite touching them. Every now and again, he would even lightly lick along her folds, just barely touching them with his tongue.