S*s was pulling at his nuts while stroking the shaft determinedly. s*s’s pretty face was only an inch from the tip of his love pole. She is one gorg...eous woman and I cannot believe that hubby can hold out as long as he can with her attending to him the way she does. s*s was reveling in the ecstasy of the moment as she brought the penis head up against her chin again. Moaning away as she let the head gently graze her lips and lower part of her lovely face. ‘Oh yes! His balls are tightening. He is. I decided to slip another finger inside her and fingered her as roughly as I could. I watched as it seemed to do the trick. Her body heaved and her back arched. She let out a loud moan and then pushed my hand away from her cunt.I watched as her breasts heaved and sweat started to drip from her amazing body.I waited for her to calm down and slowly climbed on top of her. I slipped my cock into her, she was tighter than I thought she would be. I kissed her passionately as I started to move my. "'tis I, Pelle, Reeve of Lemdalen! Open the gate! His Grace, the Count of Rennenberg demands entry!"They could hear movement, and slowly the gate opened. Pelle recognised one of the gatekeepers."Saints be blessed!" the man exclaimed. "I had lost all hope." What of our Lord Sigfrid and the Noble Ermegart?" Pelle asked sharply.The man sadly shook his head. "Our lord perished from the wounds he received when he rode out to save Jew Alley. Th'baroness watched over him to his death and had him. She was pleased with her crimson jacket while the remainder of her riding habit that Nita Lucas had sent along was coal black. All of Satan’s tack was black leather, too, and even his saddle blanket was black. The only notes of color were the ducal arms of Northumbria embroidered in full color and with gold thread on each side of the blanket. Marion thought it looked lovely, and it was clear that Satan was quite proud of his appearance. His coat had been groomed to the point that it gleamed.