When I woke up in the morning, my thoughts again turned to fantasies of Patrice. Lying in bed, I once again found myself stroking my thick member, rel...iving some of the ideas that I'd explored the previous night. Thoughts of her in various positions and always full of passion and desire increased my excitement to the breaking point. The orgasm that rushed through my body was incredibly intense. My eyes slammed shut and my breathing became incredibly ragged, my cum shooting out onto my stomach,. " She spoke in a low voice and rubbed her face. A few tears formed and she took her glass of water. "I told you, he runs all of London's East End. He'd come home with blood on his cuffs and everyone was scared of him and scared of me. I mean, I would take the bus into town and everyone would look the other way, and if there were no seats, I'd get one. It was weird and..." Her voice trailed off and she stared at the glass. "I know he thinks I grassed him up to the cops. I dain't, I swear. I was. The shop front was clear of wares and tools, the fire pit naught but glowing embers, the only light coming from behind a door to the rest of the building. Leanne tied her horse to a post besides the house, trusting in the honour code of these Ulani that her goods, or her horse for that matter would not be stolen from her and approached the door, knocking on it as a cool wind swept up on her, causing her to shiver.Tula opened the door, looking forward, appearing confused for a moment, then. She let out a shaky, low moan as his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves, and suddenly he could hardly breathe as a wave of juices drenched him. He felt like he was being waterboarded, and yet he craved more. More cum splashing over his chin, more to soak into his shirt and stick it to his chest, more for him to drink from her until she was completely drained and satisfied. He cried out into her mess as she stepped harder on his cock, feeling like he was going to explode. Every blood.