<strong>Character: Ben<br/>Location: Lounge, on the sofa with Brad and Lexa, happily being blown by Sara, whilst having a great sight of her ass.<br/>Tag: Sara, Lexa, Brad, Aaron, Dannie, and ANYONE else</strong><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://hotchocolatefinder.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/maxmethi1031.JPG)</div><br/>Sara had started to lick and kiss him on the most sensible spot. Ben was enjoying it, and was enjoying the view he had in that very moment too. The woman's legs where on both sides of his head so he could easily caress her tights, up to the buttocks. From his standpoint he could easily see her crotch and the little thong that was living very little to the imagination.<br/><br/>With his hands Ben reached up, lifting the light skirt Sara was wearing, exposing her cheeks to the looks of all the bystanders. He felt them for a while, then lifted his head enough to be able to kiss her inner tights and lower buttocks. After the kisses he reached for the same spots, using his tongue this time. Then he dragged her underwear down and away: given their position, the maneuver wasn't the easiest to accomplish, but for Ben wasn't the first time, and, judging by the way Sara smoothly seconded the thing, wasn't new for her either.<br/><br/>Having get rid of the minimalist garment Ben was able to approach Sara's sex. Other people had come to the place. Ben could hear Brad talking with somebody<em>"Must be a girl"</em>, and also Sara was looking around. Whoever they were, between the couch and Sara's legs, Ben wasn't able to see them, and in that moment he really didn't care. A whole Zulu tribe could have been staring at them that Ben wouldn't have minded.<br/><br/>He went for the lady's pussy in a single, sudden movement, kissing right where the girl was more sensible: sucking, licking intensely, like he was trying to eat a ripe persimmon. Grabbing Sara by the cheeks he pulled her towards his mouth, sinking it between her legs. His tongue was now tingling her clit, now penetrating her slit. When the tongue wasn't at work Ben softly blew on the moistened skin.<br/>Mean while one of his fingers crawled between her cheeks, gently rubbing there, teasing another soft spot. The man wasn't pushing, just rubbing and pressing a bit.<br/><br/>The problem of first times had always been to understand your partner, and not all girls liked fingers to go that way. If the readhead was willing she would have make it clear for sure, just a little push from her and the finger would have been able to enter.