In his hands he is carrying a large club, and despite his simple attire, he looks like a brute. “Excuse me,” the witch says in her most charming, ...girlish voice. “I am here to see the king. My name is Penelope.”“No one allowed in the palace at this time,” the man says, without taking even one look at her.“But this is important,” she says. “I was sent here to ask him something important.”“The king no talk to commoners unless he has to,” the man answers, still not giving her a look.“I’ll suck your. This is not a place you want to try to escape from Cynthia.” Frozen in place at the horror of her situation, Cynthia could do nothing but stare as her stomach pitched as if she were going to be violently ill, instead, her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted, the only thing keeping her from falling hard to the stone parapet, was Krinn’s grip on her hand and his quick reflexes, easily scooping her into his arms and carrying her back down to the garden. He quickly walked towards the. I sat back down briefly again for a moment until once again I started up like a man possessed. I opened the cooler and surveyed my findings. I took out the hummus and walked over to her. I opened it and started spreading the cold paste onto her nipples, down her tummy and on her thighs. I then proceeded to lap it off her like a lion devouring a steak with hard firm strokes of my tongue. She tried to struggle and as she did the sound of the chain link fence clattering against the fence posts. It was wonderful to savour the changing smell of her pussy. From the slightly salty taste of sweat and pussy juice mixed together as her knickers were first removed, to that milder smell and taste as her fresh juices started to flow in expectation of a cock entering her. And then back again once we'd been fucking for several minutes, and I would go down on her again to lick at her to prepare her for her first orgasm. Her secretions now thicker - like whipped cream.I was slowly learning, thanks.