I was flipping the omelets when she made a move to get behind me and stopped. I could feel her firm breasts against my back and my cock was already sh...owing precum at the tip. I could feel her warm breath on the back of my neck as she whispered ?How are they coming?? ?Ju-just fine.? I mumbled, trying to get my mind off of her body pressed against mine. She watched as I flipped the last one over. I could feel her hands gliding over my skin. She traced my legs and thighs and barely nicked my. He was ground crew and had been in the military some 3 years. At 25 years old he was her senior by 5 years&hellip,Perfect Stell had thought. He was 63 and weighed in at a muscular 20st, with the hardest 6 pact abdomen she had had the pleasure to dance leaning against. She had purposely danced slightly dirty with him even though he had been the perfect gentleman all evening despite her inner thighs rubbing hard against his bulging cock tucked away in his trousers. She had done all she could to. In truth, there is nothing magical about a messenger’s powers. All she does is to combine, and to untiringly practice, the skills of the athlete, the acrobat, the martial arts champion, the escape artist, the conjurer, the navigator, the pathfinder, the hunter, and the warrior. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself,. As i stopped spurting she sucked the last drops from my head and pulled her finger from my now fucked arsehole.She moved up the bed towards me and i grabbed her head and pulled it towards my face i wanted to kiss her hard and passionately for what she had just done to me, i stuck my tongue out and licked up the come which had run down her chin. she pushed her tongue out to meet mine and we shared a spunk laden kiss together, our tongues entwined with each other as we swapped my come from one.