My first experience couldn’t have been any better. It came as no surprise that after a night of fooling around I preferred to have another round of coitus rather than eat a conventional breakfast. As Bing brought a basket-full of hard, angular fruits to our bed, I quickly caught her hips which made her drop the basket’s content on the ground. All for one cherry, which fell, by some strange chance, into Bing’s belly button. I gently bit down on the fruit and removed it from her crevice and then proceeded to lick up all the spilt out juices, before they could freeze, out of her belly button. Bing got bright red from embarrassment, but her thin thighs were slowly coming towards my crotch. Her bracelets rang silently as she reached out for my raging erection and started fondling the outlines of my spear. She wanted to grab me tightly, but didn’t dare to press down too strongly, her touch kind of tickled my almost hairless genitals.
“You’re not satisfied with just one cherry, are you?” she asked with a slight giggle, but there was an audible panting, which was getting longer and longer as I grabbed one of her thighs, while squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple with my other hand.