The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. Dating was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. I felt like a child when Gisele began to remove my things but the ache in my back made me welcome her attentiveness. She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched. Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. He tapped her shoulder. Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow.