Deine Bewegungen werden immer langsamer, du atmest kaum noch. Kaum dachte ich, dass du mich mit einen deiner wunderbaren Orgasmen belohnst, da spüre ...ich, wie du dich öffnest und langsam fließt einen kleinen Bach aus dir raus... Ach, du kleine Bestie, denkst an mich auch wenn du fast vor Lust explodierst! Ich liebe dich so sehr! Ich trinke deinen Sekt, spüre wie es zwischen meine Lippen fließt, auf meine Zunge plätschert und es fühlt sich an, als würde es meinen ganzen Körper durchdringen. Freue. Directly in front of him stood a man less than four feet tall, in a dark cloak, arms raised, holding Em's axe high over his head; at his feet, Em was pinned beneath several more small men in dark cloaks. The axe-wielder's upper body was turned, the figure looking toward the open doorway behind him, no doubt hearing Alex's approach, the wicked blade wavering slightly.Alex lunged forward, reaching out and grabbing the top of the axe handle. He swung around the standing attacker, ripping the axe. Pulling his collar up to cover the airflow to his neck, he moved closer to the walls to try and hear what was being said. In almost a whisper, the following words were being repeated from the walls, ‘Continue down the corridor you are in. When you feel the air on the back of your neck turn from cold to hot (only then did Jack notice that the cold air hadn’t stopped when he pulled his collar up) turn left and push against the wall.’ The voice was slow and dreary, like you’d expect a ghost to. "I can't do that -- she's only eighteen!" And you're probably the first guy ever to try to roll big, hot eyes around in between her titties!" Cheryl chuckled. "She wants it, Don -- it isn't sexual harassment when she wants it." Hell, I forgot about THAT part!" Oh, don't be a stick in the mud!" Cheryl snorted. "But you can stick your dick in me..." Didn't you just come back from a call?" He wasn't impressive -- he'd just got my juices flowing and he lost it, too. I need the real thing..." She.