Thinking I should enjoy the moment and play with my ownrock hard cock, I reached into my underwear – the onlything I was wearing – and gra...bbed a hold of my dick andstarted to jerk off. Being a little careless, my headpushed the door a little as I leaned back to continuewatching. Paula quickly stopped and looked toward thedoor. I froze, with my cock in my hand, not knowing what todo. In just a few seconds, laid her head back on thepillow and went back to work on herself. I. "Chance, you've been chasing me all spring. Now, I've finally caught you."I ripped my shirt open and dropped my skirt. I hadn't even put shoes on. I took him by the shirt front and pulled it off. I heard it tear, but I didn't care. He was wearing shorts and I got them down to his ankles before I plastered myself on his front."Chance. I've been running away from you for weeks. I finally figured out why."I kissed his lips, hugged him hard because I might not get another chance. But he kissed me. " John began. "What?" I questioned. "It would be so hot watching you eat young sperm from your own cunt Cheryl." "You are perverted, John! That is vulgar!" I said. "Play with your cunt again, that was hot watching you fingering your clit as we came in the room." I looked at John, and moved a hand to my cunt, and began fingering myself. "Is this what you want John? Watching me act like a slut?" "Yes, but it would be hotter if your language were more obscene." He said, watching me. "And Cheryl,. ’ His men-at-arms and guards quickly dispersed from the expansive throneroom, leaving only the two of them. She felt trapped and suffocated under his relentless gaze, despite the sheer size of the room. ‘You know who I am?’ His question emerged as a curt growl. Her only answer was to nod her head slightly. ‘Do you know why you are here?’ In defiance, she met his gaze, steeling herself against the molten core of anger that resided in those steel-grey depths. She nodded again. There was no use,.