Touching her made him feel like his hands were fire walking, that he had to keep moving or they’d burn. His hands traveling over her shoulders, one ...hand pressing her closer at the small of her back and the other tangling in her hair and twisting her head to slant his lips over hers. She shifted sinuously and her body molded to his. She leaned back against his hands, letting him press her to him. Her hands slid under his and up the sides of his back, flat palms and fingertips helping her balance. In fact, I now sense that there is a considerable piece of masculine manhood almost desperately tempted to tear through his underwear.All of a sudden I feel myself strolling toward him. As I wrap my arms around him, I start to move him back against the wall. I feel his cock poking against my stomach. I sense my wetness. His potent tool feels hot against my skin, even through the fabric of his underwear. I crash my luscious lips over his juicy, swollen, and manly lips and we kiss. And as his. " She continued. My cock was now in her hands and rock hard. She looked up at me and slowly got closer and closer. I so badly wanted to ram my dick in her mouth. The anticipation was killing me. She slowly licked up my shaft and around the head. I twitched and moaned in pleasure. I reached down to feel her breasts and slid her dress down to reveal her perfect pink nipples. I pinched and squeezed them between my fingers as I caressed her firm tits. "Ahh..." I let out as she suddenly engulfed my. His two chief disciples were with. She did not, however, recognize the other three men in the group.“Prestor Thomson,” said Theodora, “it is good to see you. We must get this under control as soon as - who is that with you?”Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the unknowns.“The Brotherhood!” she practically spat the word, then turned back to the priest. “You!” her long, spindly finger pointed at him.“You would dare bring the likes of them here?”He flinched at her accusation, but steeled himself.