She was having little pubic hair I smell it her sweat was intoxicating me, I immediately spread her legs and I kneeled down to suck her pussy, I sprea...d her pussy and inserted my tongue deep into her pussy, she was pressing my head hard against her pussy and she was moaning out of her voice, she was begging me to fuck her I was eating her pussy for 10 mins untill she reached her first orgasm, I completely drank her juice and cleaned her pussy, not it was her turn she kneeled down and took my. She moved in smart circles now. You didn’t discuss sexual performance. I didn’t need to. I knew that she faked her climaxes. She faked them and tried to be nice about things.‘Stay in and watch a film or something’ she said clipped. Her look told me that there wasn’t to be a debate about this.‘I can’t do that, you know I can’t!’ I told her. How do you tell a woman that you love her and need to protect her? How do you do that in ways that are not fucking cliches, the shit out of some romantic. He was handsome, thoughtful, and had a wonderful sense of humor. Why her daughter had thrown away the perfect man perplexed her to no end.Her cheeks warmed when the truck bounced while pulling into the driveway. She'd been lost in thought, staring at his face, and hoped that he hadn't noticed. Covering her embarrassment, she said, "I'll go unlock the door." Let me get it unstrapped. Keep an eye out the window and open the door again when I pick it up." He grinned and repeated something he'd. I’ll be ready.”He nodded, but his jaw clenched inside his helmet. A hundred years of killing and you’re still soft, Medusa. He loved that, and hated it; how familiar. It was going to get her killed.And so, the three monsters moved forward. The weird mountain was only tall at its center, otherwise the island was a wide berth of gentle slope, black leading up to cracks along the mountain’s face that bled red. The closer they got, the hotter it got. Medusa would have trouble if it got worse. Sweat.