“Ohhh Nick, baby slow down,” she moaned, clearly not wanting it to end too soon. “No chance sweetheart,” my rude outburst turned her on even ...more, she decided to play with me a bit. “Don’t talk to me like that, Nick,” she said scratching down my back. I moaned in pain and looked at her squinting. “Don’t scratch me.” I leaned in to kiss her but she moved away, winking. “Bitch,” I said, getting angry but horny at the same time. “You love it.” She winked at me, I bit my lip and kissed her. Some women like to rub it, smack it and attack it but ultimately have a fear of letting these outbursts shine through in their customary personality. They want to be spanked, they want to scream, they even want to feel pleasure through pain, but since the only women they know who do these freely are adult film stars, they cannot unleash the demon within. Instead, they use alcohol as the means by which they can behave the way they really want. By acting as though this a****l only comes out. “You want Athea to explode and me to be busy trying to survive the eruption, so neither she nor I will have time to wallow in sorrow. Thank you, Iane,” Jenaya said and stood up, but looked down at the body once more. “The wound by that arrow couldn’t have killed him, was it poison?” She asked.“No, it was no poison. Poison I could heal, but I can’t heal a body without soul,” Iane answered.“You asked me to tell Athea that he is gone, but you never said he died.” Jenaya stated and looked at Iane,. Then he stood next to the sofa and showed it to me again, so I stroked it and played with it until he was leaking pre-cum. I said, “Do you want a hand-job?” He said, “yeees please.” I sat up on the sofa, pulled my lacy top off, positioned myself with him standing in front of me and between my legs. As I stroked him, I asked him, “Do you want to cum all over my naked tits?” He moaned “yes!” I said, “good. Then you can fulfill another fantasy of yours; with the same terms as earlier and lick them.