Blog Blogger: BALL HONEYS Bridget lay upon the white sheets, a vision of beauty in black, lace-topped stockings. I lay beside her, took her in my arms, and kissed her again. My tongue searched her lips for an opening and slipped inside. She arched against me as I stoked down her back to cup her hip and squeeze gently. Her body was warm satin that made my palm tingle. I slipped up her side, cupped her breast , and lightly caressed her nipple. I felt the surface rise and tighten. The dark circle around the taut nipple became wrinkled and I felt tiny bumps rise on its surface. Bridget moaned into my mouth.
