" Okay, Will! I can get a ride. I'll see you back at the apartment."He thought, "What the hell? Her voice sends shivers up my back and down tomy balls...! What? Am I deaf, too? How could I not have noticed her voicebefore? Oh, God! I've got it bad, and its name is Keela!"He stopped and looked back at her, "Keela? You want to walk with me?" Okay, Will! How about toward that grove of trees?"So they started walking. The night air was cool, and they kept their handsin their jacket pockets. Keela. I Said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She continued to suck when I blew my cum load into her mouth. She then took my cock deeper into her mouth and let me blow the rest of my loads down her throat. Holy fuck that felt so amazing, I had never thought it could have felt so nice. I grabbed hold of her head as she slowly sucked me till my cock started to soften. She took me out and said, “Blamey Jimmy, you blow cum like there’s no tomorrow.” I was so embarrassed that I had blasted so soon, I said,. Rose was gasping and crying out as she reached for the spots below that drove Rose toward orgasm. ‘God Chelsea! You are on fire tonight,’ Rose groaned. Chelsea responded with a gentle easing of attention that drove Rose into a longer lead up to her climax instead of the instant intense movements that got her there immediately. A minute later Rose lost it anyway and Chelsea licked and lapped Rose to one extended period of joy. Chelsea crawled up beside Rose who was still panting and curled up. At his hip he wore a brilliantly polished gold ceremonial sword. Richly sheathed in a scabbard heavily jeweled, its complex metalwork was thickly encrusted with every precious stone. He wore no crown. These clothes were the mark of his sovereignty. He rarely entered the Queen’s boudoir. She stored her finer garments and jewels there. So there she prepared for official functions, such as this reception. Rarely, she retreated there for an occasional nap when the King was busy. Usually, she.