A Chaperone/Do as she asked
From Torg Adventure
You are grinning like a wolf in the hen house. Kris crooks her finger at you enticingly. You walk over and kneel in front of her, reaching out for her luscious melons. "Ah-ah-ah, no hands, just mouth," she warns.
You put your hands behind your back and lean toward her chest, snaking your tongue out. You lick all around one tit, while Kris sighs. Then you blow on her moist flesh, raising goose pimples and puckering her areoles more. Her nipple is just jutting out, begging to be licked. You flick your tongue across it fast and hard; she gasps and lets out a long low moan. Then you trail your tongue down her breast and across the smooth skin between her mounds and up onto the other one. You decide to head straight for the nipple this time, sucking it quickly into your mouth. She gasps even louder, and she moves her hand to her soaking wet slit. She caresses her swollen clit; the musky aroma of her sex fills your nose.
What next?
