Submissively let her lead...

You roll onto your back, spreading your legs so Bea gets a clear view of your thong-covered cameltoe. She scoots back into position between your thighs. You look up at the hippie woman kneeling between your legs and you stretch your arms up over your head and yawn.

"Okay," you say, "but be really gentle."

The intoxicating smoke from the hookah has put you in a warm haze of arousal. Each touch from the woman and the warmth of the oil sends soothing ripples of pleasure through your body. You also feel a bit giddy, and you're not even sure of your sound judgment. Beatrice looks angelic as she squirts oil into her palms and rubs her hands together.

Her breasts are droopy and large, but her pale skin is nearly flawless other than her tattoos and a few flat moles here and there. You gaze at her big flesh-colored areolas and her pierced nipples.

"Do you like them?" She asks and swings from side to side a little so you can watch her tits jiggle.

"Mmmmmm," you stretch, catlike, and arch your back. "Yes, they look yummy."

"Yours look amazing," she observes.

You smile and reach up to squeeze your breasts for her benefit.

"I've been told they're yummy," you reply.

"I'll have to sample them for myself," Bea says as she leans over you, her dreadlocks drooping down almost to the mounds of your breasts.

"Just don't bite," you coo.

She give you a mischievous smile and a playful growl and then snaps her mouth down around one of your nipples.

"Ohhhh!" You moan.

Her warm tongue flicks your nipple, but you also feel the cool hardness of a piercing that you had not noticed. It batters against your nipple several time and then she sucks, hard, lifting her head slightly and holding her suction on the soft flesh of your breast. It pops from her mouth and your breast bounces back into shape.

"Yummy," she pronounces.

This time she dips quickly down and grabs your nipple between her teeth, tugging upwards and looking at you as she licks the tip of your pink bud.

"You promised, ah, no biting!" You cry.

She releases your nipple and slides atop you, her breasts soft against your, her rings cold against your flesh. Her breath is hot on your face and you kiss her smiling mouth. Her lips part and you taste the sweet smoke of the hookah on her tongue. You moan against her lips and she presses her thigh down against your pussy. Your tongues twist together, her piercing klinking against your teeth for a moment. You grind against her leg, eager for her touch.

At last she drags her lips away and you both are left gasping for breath.

"I can...feel how wet you are," she pants.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," you laugh and kiss her again.

"Old Beatrice turned on an 18-year old with the body of a supermodel?" She sticks out her pierced tongue and you lean up and pull it between your lips.

She presses you back down and resumes kissing you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Sara and Priya on the pillows nearby, clothes being discarded, their naked bodies tangling together as passionately as you and Beatrice.

You forget their embrace when Bea breaks the kiss again and looks down at you. Her cheeks are flushed and excitement glitters in her brown eyes. She drags a fingertip from your cheek to your full lips. You lick around the tip and then eagerly suck it into your mouth, staring into her eyes as you blow her finger like a little slut.

"You are a sexy little thing," Bea says as she enjoys your performance. "I think I know what you need..."