When I took off my shirt she pushed me onto her bed. I tried to take her shirt off but she protested. "No, I want you to wait." Ok, this is getting ho...t. My Johnson needed to be out of my pants badly. She wasn't allowing it. She held my arms over my head while she slowly kissed and sucked on my neck. She gave me a hickey that must've lasted a few weeks. Everything she did to me was slow and deliberate. Slowly kissing my chest and nipples. Slowly caressing my entire upper body, taking her time. The pussy was really too hot and I could feel the warmth on my rod. I just was moving my hip in a increasing pace and she was moaning too louder with the rhythm of the pace.I said “Rani reduce your sound bitch. Else I’ll fuck your mouth off “. We were fully mixed up with our sweats. I lifted her arms and smelled her armpits. The sweats were giving a good smell for her armpits and I started licking it. It was too hairy. But the salty taste of her armpits just was making me damn horny. I. She was also glad she was a part of it in some way, her earlier distaste and disgust at her role fading away. As she got in the ring with the number seven she was excited, she wanted to show Adrian what she felt in some special way, she wanted him to know how awed she was. As she passed his corner she mouthed “my champion” to him when he looked at her. Adrian felt his blood rush through his veins, he wanted to win and he wanted Anna and he wanted to truly be her champion. Round seven started. The two teams raced down the runway, with Mike's team twenty or thirty yards in front. At the end of the runway, the trail narrowed to a two-rut, with tall grass poking through the snow in the hump between the ruts, and soon, even that came to an end, as the two-rut narrowed to the spur to the North Country Trail. As the trail junction came up, Mike yelled "Gee!" to take the team onto the familiar training trail, new now in its coat of freshly fallen snow. Though the trail was wide enough to.