B) All for me... Part 2!

The last paragraph of the other one went like this:

Emma was certainly hyped up now. She
was on all fours on the squishy leather seat,
growling. He sat there, and didn't move a
muscle. But he knew he should. For his own
good, and for the sake of growing his
anticipation to fuck her.

To be continued...

So...

He sat dead still, blood pulsing, heart
drumming. Emma was still on all fours. She sexily crawled across the
seat and growled loudly. He smirked, looking at the size of her tits.
Goooooorgeous. She then, unexpectedly, lashed out towards his face. He
was so concentrated on her boobs that he didn't realise until she had
grabbed his face and was sticking her tongue down his throat. He joined
in, getting more excited by every second of this sexy mysterious animal
of a young woman. She was kneeling on his lap now, playing tonsil
tennis. Jack was clutching her cute little arse as if it were his
favourite cushion. After about two minutes of this great battle of the
tonsils, still snogging wildly, Emma suddenly grabbed his crotch and
massaged. Massaged. Massaged. Oooh, yeah baby. You go girl. A smile
spread round Jack's whole face.

'Mmmmm, this guy's good' Emma was thinking. Him, clutching her bum, her
in return, clenching his penis. God, it's big. She picked the right
kinda guy for this then. She was getting a tincy bit bored now. All she
wanted to do was fuck him. No man could resist the will to fuck a young
girl such as herself. So reluctantly, she stopped. Emma eyed him again.
Then, licking her lips she got an idea. And it began with unbuttoning
her blouse...

Jack's eyes grew, she had a beautifully flat stomach, and her BOOBS!!
God they were sweet. His mouth was slightly ajar with amazment. Once
she had finishing unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her small
sexy skirt, and all that was left was her bra and knickers, she cupped
her hand under his mouth and popped it shut again. She was wearing
beautiful black lacy underwear. Divine. He couldn't resist it now, but
he couldn't move. She undressed him, and he still didn't move a
muscle.

She had now got his jeans off, and his top. He had a lovely chest,
hairy, not too much, just right. And a six pack, Jesus this guy was
cute! Left in his boxers, she started to lick his chest. And his neck,
and his face. She then went back to the chest and lower. She was on his
stomach now. Before she went any further, she unclipped the strap of
her bra and let it fall naturally off of her slick smooth body...

He couldn't resist her. It was like he was under a spell. A sweet one
too. Her boobs were a LOT nicer than he expected. Mmmmm. Right, this
was it. He took a deep breath and lauched, right into her breasts. He
started to lick them, crazily. He ran his tongue over her nipple and
stopped. Yum.... He sucked wildly, as if to signal something. Emma got
the message...