Then I found where everyone was. The Starbucks was packed with commuters getting their fix so I took my mocha to go.I ended up hanging at the park, si...pping my super sugary coffee and trying to figure what the hell I was going to do now. Donna and me had always been on good terms - as close as a brother and sister could be. At least until the past year or so. I was torn between running away to never show my face again and going and begging forgiveness.Any hope that Donna and I could reclaim our. Fatima closed her eyes in ecstasy and clawed the blanket.“Ohhhhh, yes, yessss,” she moaned. “Rub me there, Taimur, don’t stop.”Fatima felt the hot pleasure building steadily in her pussy, and it made her sob and writhe and moan. Her cream was flowing out non-stop now, soaking her pussy and Taimur’s fingers. She screwed her eyes tightly closed, shutting out every other sensation, as she sailed to the very brink of orgasm. A minute or so later she felt a violent explosion of pleasure radiating. She reminded Ash of a certain painting of the Madonna by one of the Old Masters. She had seen it once on her way to unclog the cathedral toilet. The Prince by comparison clearly possessed a certain charm but left her cold. Still she thought, anything to get me out of this shithole of a village.The night passed in a whirl. Ash was passed from one dance partner to another and duly enchanted them all. As the great clock struck eleven she found herself curtsying to the Prince. With a broad. He had to hold her ass cheeks in his strong hands or her trembling body would have collapsed under the onslaught of his tongue.Her cries of pleasure seemed to echo around the island as he moved back and forth between her erect clit and her increasingly moist crack. She wailed a long, whimpering, "Bobbbbbbbbbby," when she finally shuddered and discharged her orgasmic juice onto his lapping tongue."Now baby...now...please...fuck mommie...hurry," she demanded as she slid down his body and lay.