She only felt the pulsation in her own fingers, and withdrew her hand with a shudder. One arm was hanging out of the bed; from shoulder to elbow it wa...s moulded after the arms of Germain Pillon's "Graces," but the fore-arm seemed to be slightly distorted by convulsion, and the hand, so delicately formed, was resting with stiff outstretched fingers on the framework of the bed. The nails, too, were turning blue.Madame de Villefort had no longer any doubt; all was over--she had consummated the last. If you like my stories, please subscribe, follow and send a friend request!K----->MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there were always a lot more people who didn’t, which was actually a lot more fun for us.On one particular night, we were doing the usual rounds to see who we knew, and who looked fun. We were both still. Inserting two fingers into her warm wet channel he slowly starts to pump them in and out. Sticking out his tongue he tastes her licking all around but prolonging the pleasure before suddenly sucking her pearl into his mouth. She yells out and starts to squirm. Bucking her hips off the bed and squeezing her legs around his head. “Oh God, oh Fuck!!” He really wants her legs bound open but this is not for him. He wants her to relax. She needs to sleep and if he has his way she will sleep for the. She could now smell the heady scent of his arousal, his pheromones hovering thick in the air, coaxing a response from her.Alec caught her wrist in his hands, stopping her motions. She brought her eyes up to his to find those hazel orbs blazing with desire. Her body responded with an unwanted wave of arousal. Damn it, Max. Keep your head in the game,she scolded when she felt herself heating up. This was turning out to be much more difficult that she had thought it would be.They sank down.