He was alive only because he had gotten lucky. Those claws looked wicked sharp, easily capable of scooping his guts out like ice cream. And she was bu...ilt for hunting. Head to toe, she had the sleek muscles of a professional athlete with a tiny waist and smooth, flared hips. There was nothing soft about her. Well, nothing except those magnificent, perfect breasts.Killed or be killed. Logan took a deep breath.And that face. She looked so cute when she was asleep. So vulnerable. So helpless.He. She could feel the fever burning inside her as it climaxed inside her body. Her heart was racing and her stomach was churning. She felt the wetness mount up between her vaginal lips as a minute amount escaped. She wanted him to touch her and feel how wet she was and how much she wanted him. She wanted his mouth to be buried upon her nub suckling the fruit juice of her loins. She wanted to toss him back and rip his pants off and suck his hard cock. She wanted him badly and she hoped he felt the. But I was too much in a trance to answer. Seeing the pencil I used pressed against his mouth like that, has given me mental images like nothing before. It was as if he was tasting me. I pictured what it would be like, to see him spread my pussy lips with this pencil and then lower his head and taste me. His tongue running up and down my slit, gathering its moist. Shivers were running through my body, my pussy contracting over and over. -Kelly…-he called.His eyes were staring at me and suddenly. Large windows afforded me with a great view of the city below. It was late when I arrived. They treated me to ice cream and cake and after some good conversation and laughter I excused myself for the night's rest. The bedroom was well appointed with a comfortable King bed, night tables on either side, and good lamps on each night stand. I was surprised to see some old sex magazines beneath one of the night stands. I think one was "Puritan", another "Stag" and some others. Though tired from.