Between them, I smelled her hair and nuzzled her neckline down to the first button down below her collar. A close, warm, sweet essence met me there. I... felt a stirring down below. This was a lot like fantasies I used to bring me through masturbation, but it was real. I took the chance of placing my hand below her foam-encased breast to lift it up and kiss it through her shirt. Much as I liked doing it, there still wasn't much of a human feeling there. So I returned to kissing her. While I did,. Sierra looked like one of those girls that had no business being here. She was gorgeous. She was a short, petite woman with beautiful brown eyes, small breasts, but her wide hips and curvaceous ass more than made up for it. We shook hands semi-awkwardly."This is awkward," I said."Nervous?" she said, with a sweet disposition. I nodded and checked if I was getting erect already."It's okay, it's okay," she said, touching my cheek reassuringly. "You do want to fuck me, right?" Well, yes." Fuck me. “And you're going to fill your faerie-wife with so much jizz,” I groaned, my body trembling. “Just flood her cunt with your spunk.”“Yes!” moaned Aingeal into my snatch. Her lips found my clit.She sucked hard.My body convulsed. My bud throbbed between her moaning mouth. She sucked on it, nibbling, teasing. Her body shuddered. Her wings flapped and twitched. Glossy, purple eyes stared up my body as she nursed on my clit.Then she moaned so loudly. Pleasure crossed her face. Sven grunted, and I. The nights had gotten crisper in this Northern region than what she was used to. She jumped up out of bed to close the window and couldn’t help but lovingly admired the moonlight that was splashing over the view of his nakedness. His breathing was even and rhythmic as he lay in a deep sleep. Her heart fluttered as the memories from earlier that evening flooded her mind. She took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, letting the warm sensations spread over her body once again. Should she.