She was panting and moaning and sounded like she had the wind knocked out of her. Then he started to kiss her again and they were grinding each other.... I heard her cum while grinding and I could hear her pussy getting wet. Then he started to pull out and push back in slowly a little at a time and after a while he was going almost all the way out and back in. She glared at him and said fuck me and he started to pick up speed. I was in awe that she was taking his whole cock, then again he took. I want to touch myself but I know that’s not allowed. Not here. Her hands slide up my thigh and I find myself nodding my head; I want her to touch my sex so badly, wanting her to cup it, stroke it and push her finger up it. I want to feel her inside me.My body shudders at the touch but it’s over in a femtosecond. A quantum of interaction that is far too short. But she touched it; wetting her finger as she drew it over my sex. The same brief interaction scrapes over my tummy, touches my nipple. I slammed into her head first and only her narrow waist saved her from being impaled on one of my horns. With a second roar, I threw my head up and back. The elf flew from me and slammed against the cave wall hard enough to shake loose a shower of small rocks. Her sword went flying and raised a shower of blue sparks as it cut deep into the rock.I'm no feeble calf and if she'd been a human shepherd, the impact would have broken her back and bones, ready to have the marrow sucked from them. But. Hirsch ate out on the terrace overlooking the amazingly blue water. He ordered grilled fish. I saw the plate go by.Incongruously, I had a pizza jones and fortunately there was a wood-fired oven just roaring to please me. The Sand Bar has some affiliation with that globe-trotting chef, Jean Georges Vongerichten. It’s not the only St. Barts connection he has. I wish the signing rights to my name were worth something. Anything.The rest of the day was equally crime-free. Hirsch is quite the.