He pours, hands me my glass, and raises his.‘To our new hot tub, may we have many, many, many more evenings like this!’‘To the tub!!! And may yo...u take me like that any time you want, mister, tub or no tub!’He grins. I loooove his grin.‘Well, I do try to do my best.’‘Your best felt like a fire hydrant going off inside of me. I loved it.’He smirks. ‘Well, a four day business trip, and you forbidding me to masturbate will do that to a guy.’‘Was it so awful…to have to wait for……me?’ I ask. And if the templars killed me, you’d have said so with much less hesitation. I assume he was forced to kill me?”I nodded reluctantly. “He was devastated.” My eyes swept over his unmarked forehead, assuring myself that it hadn’t come true.“And me?” Leandra finally asked.I shuddered. “In a few years ... there would have been a man. He pretended to be a suitor, but instead...” I looked at her again, and she nodded with a sad smile. “He was – is – a blood mage. He was – is –” I grimaced,. Their fingers were intertwined as Lucy pumped her hips up and down to give them movement. Within seconds Mary started to cum and joined in on the motion. It was something to watch as our women pleasured themselves and each other. Lucy came next, but before she was finished, Mary was climaxing again. Their vaginas must have started to open up because, after only a few minutes, their lips were rubbing together. When they felt each other, their collisions turned to grinding. They hit a. Moaning as she’s brought back to the present, enjoying the feel of his strong arm around her, the hand massaging the back of her scalp. The hand twirling into her hair suddenly tightens its grip, pulling her head around roughly as his mouth surrounds hers, taking a kiss deep and hard from her lips. She’s under his control now, her knees melting from the kiss and strong grip on the back of her head. She drops to the floor as he loosens the towel at his waist, his grip guiding her down his body.