.. fuck!" "Ah!" he responds as he feels her vagina contract and release rapidly multiple times after each other. She's struggling to keep herself stil...l, and moves over him - almost too much for him to resist cumming. For what seems like ages he battles to resist going over the edge, which he is enthralled in and thoroughly aware of being as close as ever to cumming. Eventually her body starts to relax and she stills, still straddling him with his penis deep inside her. "That was so good," she. Stopping his movements as soon as she came, he began to fondle her tits with his hands without removing his still rigid cock from her. Jean soon recovered from her climax and with one hand began to fondle his balls which were hanging between her legs. At this, Tom began moving his hips to and fro slowly, pulling his great rod nearly out of her, then, driving it back full depth. This lasted only thirty or forty seconds before they both reached climaxes in one final lunge. Tom’s spitting cock. I knew then, knew that he shared my love, my thoughts, everything. He would be there for me always, do whatever I needed, as long as I was there for him. The night we had shared, the love we had discovered was binding us together in ways I had never known were possible. At that moment, we were as one, one being, one purpose. One pulse. One love. One life. I don’t know how long we held that pose; for a long time the look was enough. Words would only ruin it. But after a while it became. " Alana is right, Macro," Thesia agreed. "Let's put a cot in the small chamber where we keep our trunks." No, it's all right. I wouldn't intrude on..."Macro smiled at her. She was terribly flustered. "Anais, we shall need special protection. I shall want you to stay close to us, even at night. The chamber to starboard seems just right." But, my Prince!" Column Leader Anais, cannot you follow a simple order?"Anais took a deep breath. "As you wish, my Prince!" came the resigned answer.The wind.