Dustan asked the man who he was and what in the hell was going on.“My name is Borysko Hadeon Urcon.“ the man quietly said, with a deep rich Europe...an accent that Dustan hadn’t noticed while the man was screaming for his life. There was something soothing and calming about the sound of the voice that was almost hypnotic. “Please call me Eon, it is what my friends called me as I grew to manhood. I came to this country as a guest of the proprietor of the castle we just escaped from.” Eon kept his. Kuch hi time m hamare badaan se saare k saare kapde gayab hogye aur hum ek dusre ki bahooh m sama gye .Kaya ne mujhe bed p sula k mera penis chusne lag gyi . Aaj wo bht hi jyda wild thi . Uper se leke neeche tk. Aur piche tk usne mujhe ache se chusa aurr chata . Itna acha chusa ki m uske muhh m hi jhad gya aur usne mera pura maal piliya.Meine kaya ko neeche letaya aur uski chut ko chatne lag gya . Upar se meine suruwat ki . Fir apni jeeb uske anadar daali .Fir meine uski kamar ko utha k uske. But every day ... seeing her. Sharing a room with her. A bed. Every night, I fought against touching her even when I wanted to.”“Because she’s so pretty?” she asked.“Yes!” I howled as her hand cracked down on my ass again.“Because you’re a slut who wants to fuck her little sister?”Crack!“Yes, yes, yes!”I bucked, grinding my cock hard against her thighs. My pussy clenched. My nipples ached. My entire body trembled as the pain and excitement swirled together in me. The more my ass hurt the wetter. Or wherever your sentiment or understanding of a romantic spot may take you - it is there. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your wrists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly.