The smell of her sex wafted up and she couldn’t help but smile. She felt like some kind of siren, seducing this warrior god to a frenzy where he cou...ldn’t control himself. Call her Cerci. He pounded into her, pulling her back and impaling her once again. Might she bruise as she slammed into the table? Did she care? Maybe at some level, but she’d worry about it later. With each thrust she was forced into the wrought iron edge. She tried to push back against him, but he was so powerful. He yanked. I wanted to get a better look so I inched forward inadvertently nudging the door and it creaked softly.As I slipped quickly back into the shadows I heard the susurrant rustle of bed sheets accompanied by the soft, intimate groan of bedsprings followed by Paul’s voice, “Who’s there?”“It’s no one, darling, it must be the wind! Come back here … I need a back rub,” Olivia cajoled, speaking softly, and then commanded, “come back or get out! Don’t you dare leave me hanging.” There was a brief,. She looked sorry but I gave her a smile wiped my face and then came up to kiss her. She rolled me over and came above me. Now she was taking the charge. She licked my nipples and bit them as revenge and then she moved down licking my tummy.Then she grabbed my boxers with her teeth and pulled them down and then my underwear in same manner. Her lips touched my crotch in the process. A current ran across my body. She looked at my tool standing at full length of 7 inch and then started licking its. She rummaged around in her bag for awhile looking for a pen and paper. Unable to find it she bent forward towards me and put her bag on the ground while she continued to search. This allowed her singlet top to fall away from her chest to reveal her ample breasts hanging straight down and swaying ever so hypnotically from side to side inside a bra that was built obviously for support and not to please the eye. (Even though those massive tits would have looked great in any bra.) My cock that had.