He was getting harder and more intense with each thrust and I knew he would soon cum. Me too. Four more thrusts and he had one hand on my shoulder an...d one on my hip holding me firmly while he drove in to me to achieve his pleasure. Again and again and harder and harder and deeper and deeper and gripping me so I could not escape his lust and then he held himself fully in to me and exploded deep inside of my bowels. Instinctively I clamped down on his cock and held him in place. The pulsing of. She raises her eyebrows at him. "Elliot, I've lost my eyesight, not my kink." It's not your kink I worry about, my love," he assures her. "It's your aim."And they both crack up, because they share the same irreverent sense of humor. And really, when you're alive and well and with the one you love, just about anything can strike you funny, can't it?She's come so far, he thinks, since the days when she first came home from the hospital. Learning to move around the house unassisted. Folding. The blades seemed to blur with their movements.Chests worked like bellows as both men panted from their exertions. Neither slowed the intensity of their attacks. Time and again each man avoided an attack that would have finished a lesser swordsman. The broken concrete floor added its own hazards. Duncan stumbled when his foot caught the stub of a pipe and only a desperate twist of his body kept the Italian rapier from running him through. Stepping back Guiseppe's heel snagged a crumbling. "The Fringe is the narrow band of worlds separating Union Space from the inhospitable stretch of stars known as The Scar! Long a haven of criminals, minimally-rated corporations, and remnants of the Argos Armada, it is highly recommended tha-!" Your hand finally slaps out to silence the automated recording, a harsh gasp torn from your throat as the sharp gesture jostles the buzzing length lodged inside you. You almost cum again from that alone, your black-market nerve enhancers making every bit.