I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I shall never forget sprawling like a wanton slut while Gisele brought me to peak after peak of exquisite delight. Her breathing was ragged now, her lips hung slightly open to suck in what air they could to help her ride this wondrous new sensations along the shoals of utter madness. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. He stared awhile at her slim frame. The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and the well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked my face. Royalty, they said. A single desperation. I was glued to the spot and began to unzip my own pants and release my straining cock. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages.