The constant, utter manic feeding of the pleasure center. In this case, without satiation, the host would die. Without constant orgasm, without cumm...ing, he would die. And without fucking, without cock, without bathing, worshipping, eating and licking the sticky, hot cum of men, the girls would die, too. Literally, they lived to fuck. He let the brunette stroke him until he was large and oozing again, and he stared at the gorgeous blonde next to him, rubbing her pink pussy until it was. Cheyenne's breathing grew more deliberate and she moistened her lips with her tongue.He began to feel a lump forming through the fabric of her camisole. Running his finger along the scooped neckline, he hooked a shoulder strap and slid it down her arm. He repeated the action with her other arm and then eased the bodice down to expose her breasts."Shy -- they're gorgeous," he remarked as he regarded her. Her breasts were compact but nicely shaped and each adorned with a wide, round, tan areola. ******************As I drove home my mind kept wonder back to the blonde elf and hisincredibly broad shoulders. Desperate to think about something else Ifocused on the case. An elven artifact of unknown power had beenstolen, why? What was the purpose of the artifact? The wards on theSmyth place were first class. In fact they were much better than I?dhave thought necessary for a personal residence. My gut told me thatWilliam Smyth was not being completely honest and it was obvious thathe. Although I'm not sure she'd say it was inspiring. After she read it she stormed out of the house muttering that you were forgetting that Marissa is your wife and that you have concubines and children who desperately miss you.Don't take that wrong though. She does love you a lot, but she's grown to care for Marissa and the rest of your harem. To her, the most important thing for you to do would be to get home to them so you can see your children grow up. I know she spends a lot of time with.