Looking up at you I slowly lick around your glistening head and take you into my mouth.... I feel your body tense, your hands on my shoulders, caress...ing my skin. I run my tongue along the length of your iron hard cock, tasting, smelling and feeling the stiff velvety length of you. I inhale your essence, lost in the wonder of the reality of what is in store for us.You lift me to my feet, peeling your shirt off quickly. You unhook my bra and my voluptuous breasts are free...... Your large hands. As she stroked his cock he looked down and noticed the ring on the finger of her hand, she was stroking with, ” what’s the matter, your husbands cock not good enough for you ” he said with a grin, She looked up embarrassed and yet incredibly turned on from his words, she didn’t respond instead she held his cock and shoved it into her hungry mouth, expertly working him into the back of her throat, using her tongue to probe the underside of his cock.Soon she felt his hand grab the back of her. But, anyone who knew her well knew that they better show her who had the upper hand early on, or she would walk all over you.In no time at all, bro had fists full of Candy’s long thick hair, fucking her sweet little face like a cheap whore’s cunt. Her mouth was so wet with saliva; her drool was soaking the front of his pants. bro looked down at her face. What began with freshly done make up was now a smeared sloppy mess. Her eyeliner and mascara was running and her pink lip gloss smeared. The lamp had run out of fuel and thus the cabin dark. I lit a wall lamp near the door, and saw the reflections of the light in my lovely lady’s eyes. Twin green flickers in the darkness led me to her side. My hands quickly freed her from the shackles, and soothed her wrists with a cooling balm. * ‘My Captain and Master has returned,’ she said in French. ‘I have heard your declaration to the crew of your abandonment of the gold and slaves, I must indeed be valued highly in your eyes, Sir.’ ‘You.