We walked back to the car with her head on my shoulder and drove back to the apartment building. We took the elevator (why couldn’t we have lived in a 40 story high-rise instead of the second floor of a three-story building!) to our floor and went to my apartment.Once my door was closed and locked, the clothes began coming off! Rose and I scampered back to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes like Hansel and Gretel left breadcrumbs.The hallway leading to my bedroom was just long enough so that by the time we got there, Rose was left in her panties, stockings, and heels. Myself, I was left wearing my boxers, t-shirt, and socks. Rose was just about to finish undressing when I stopped her. I took off my socks and sat on the bed, motioning for her to come closer. I sat there for several moments, just drinking in the beauty before me. I wanted to sear her form into my memory in case this was our last time together.I told you earlier in this story how beautiful Rose was in the face, but she was just as magnificent from the neck down. Rose stood five-foot-five-inches tall, which when she wore her heels like tonight, put her just about even with me height-wise. In that, she packed a very delicious 32-26-32.She wasn’t too top-heavy, only having B-cup tits, but on her, they worked. She had dark rose-colored areolae with large thick nipples. Those nipples, I was soon to find out, were very sensitive and very much loved to be licked, sucked, and played with. She had a tight, firm, apple-shaped ass that swayed delightfully when she walked and made you just want to take a big bite out of that apple ass.Up to this point, Rose had no tattoos or piercings except for single pierced ears. I was grateful for that because, with her pale complexion and skin tone, they would have looked odd and out of place. I have had other girlfriends who sported tats and that was okay for them. But Rose would have looked wrong wearing a tattoo like some girls do.I sat there on the bed just looking at this pale angel bahis şirketleri until she spoke and broke the spell she had put me under.”Well, Brad, what do you think? Please don’t keep me waiting – am I what you expected?”I reached out to take her hand and pull her right up to me. “Rose, sweetheart,” I said, looking up at her, “You are more than I could have possibly hoped for or deserve.” I leaned forward to take one of those stiff, erect nipples into my mouth.”Ohhh…” she moaned as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Her hands went up to my head, holding me to her tit and running her fingers through my hair as I happily licked and sucked the nipple to full extension and hardness.Not wanting to show any preferential treatment, I moved over to the other side to give Rose’s other tit the same attention. She moaned continuously as I moved back and forth between her small but sensitive tits, licking and lapping and occasionally even biting the cherry buttons. Rose was becoming quite animated as I feasted on her tits, squirming in my arms and arching her back, thrusting her tits out for more. She was also becoming quite vocal, letting me know just how much she was enjoying this.”Ohhh God, Brad! Yes, baby, suck on those little tits! Ohh, your mouth feels so wonderful! I love to have my tits licked and sucked! Oh God, yes, bite them! Oh fuck Brad, please bite my little titties!”It’s funny, I never figured this delicate pale flower to be so foul-mouthed; I mean, outside the bedroom, she was shy and demure. But when the bedroom doors are closed, and she’s properly motivated, she let go with her uncensored opinions!Now I am a big fan of “dirty talk,” and I have encouraged my previous partners to use it as much as possible – not only is it a great turn-on for me, but it lets me know how I’m doing as well. The more she screams and moans and whimpers, the better job I am doing with her!But there was no need to encourage Rose; she was telling me everything I needed to know without bahis firmaları any prompting!After a few minutes using Rose’s nipples as a delicious hors d’oeuvre, I was ready to move on to the next course. Rose was giving off such an enticing aroma from down below that I wanted to investigate further and find the source of the delectable scent. So leaving regretfully the meaty little nubs I had been so enjoying, I began a trek due south. But speed was not a concern; I took my time and enjoyed the journey, as did Rose.I kissed my way down her chest and belly until I reached her navel. I paused to kiss her there a couple of times. I also wanted to build her anticipation a bit before continuing my travels.She whimpered at my delay and I knew that I had done what I intended. I looked up at her and smiled, then continued on my way. By now, Rose was swaying noticeably on her feet. She put her hands on my shoulders, both to steady herself and to encourage me to move along. I moved down to the lacy waistband of her panties and stopped. Then I sat up and she looked at me as if asking why I stopped. I showed her.”Ohmygaawd! Oh fuck Brad!” she squealed when I shoved my hand between her thighs and began sawing at her sopping pussy.She raised up on tiptoes to try to put some distance between her pussy and her tormentor, but I only followed her upwards, making her straddle my rapidly stroking hand. With every forward thrust, my fingers rubbed across her pussy lips and my thumb rubbed against her clit.She tried to back away, to get away from the buzzsaw between her legs, but my other hand was at the small of her back now, preventing any escape. She danced on tiptoes, gyrating and squirming, trying everything she could to evade my hand, but nothing worked.”Please, please… Oh God, Brad, please…” she cried as my hand brought her passions to a full boil. I pulled my hand back, leaving her panting but relieved.Her relief would be short-lived, though, as I immediately jerked her panties down and kaçak bahis siteleri off her.But as I relieved her of the last vestige of modesty she had, I noticed my Rose was not a pure as I had thought!”Rose! You have a tattoo!” I said, surprised. There, just above and to the left of her fire-red fur, was a small rose tattoo.”Yes, I got it when I started college. A girlfriend suggested it since it is my name. I had to make it small and in a place that wouldn’t be seen easily, though – my parents wouldn’t approve.””Well, I think it looks good, hon. And it definitely suits you. A flower for a lovely flower!”As I was looking at her flower (both the tattoo and her other flower!) I noticed something glitter. I looked up at her and she bit her lip – she knew what I had found.”Rose! Your pierced!” I said, surprised for a second time. Sure enough, Rose had a small gold barbell piercing vertically in her clithood!”Do you like it? Oh, I hope you do – I know some guys are turned off by a woman with nipple piercings or clit or pussy lip piercings. I got this in the hope that if I was sexier, I could keep my husband. It was a pathetic attempt, I know, but I was desperate to hold onto my marriage.””Well, first off, Rose, I am not one of those guys turned off by tattoos or piercings – when tastefully done. Now, if you looked like a walking junkyard or something out of Star Wars, it might be a bit much. But you don’t, and I love the look. “Secondly, if you have to go to these measures to save your marriage, then it probably wouldn’t help anyway and it certainly isn’t the kind of marriage you deserve. Your ex was an idiot to even TRY to find someone prettier or sexier than you. You are better off without him, sweetheart – and I know I am!””Oh, Brad…” she said. I could see the relief wash over her.I took her hand. “Now, let’s get a closer look at that sparkly!” I said.I pulled her closer and slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy just past the first knuckle. I pulled her clit out a bit to get a better look at her piercing. “Yes, it is very pretty. Of course, this wet pussy would look good even without the extra adornment.”Oh, Brad, please…” she said, whimpering with need, almost child-like, as she stood in front of me.