Her hands coursed through my hair with the intense purpose of a bloodhound and her nails dug deeply into my scalp almost breaking the skin. I let my h...ands wander all over her, her breasts, her flat tummy, the meaty pads of her thighs and the soles of her feet. I relished every inch of her, her musk, her taste. I had wanted this, dreamed of this, pined for this for so long and now, gloriously now, it was all happening. She snarled. Grabbing me by the neck and kissing me deeply she proceeded to. We have given up of what fueled the spirits of Man before our interests of knowledge: faith. We were once mortally strong, but that time is gone, blown away by the evening wind and those people were sacrificed in the evolution of the modern man, nameless among people, lost in the history of time. We dare not say it, but we know it to be true to our hearts. We are a corrupted race even the newest born child, in all its purity is already corrupted by the blood of which the child is a descendant. I unbuttoned a few buttons in her blouse. She massaged my prick softly. I let my hand go under her blouse and took hold of the earlier presented breast. I took hold of her nipple and squeezed it lightly. “That feels gorgeous” she whispered. “O how I have been longing for you” she added. She turned her face up towards mine and gave me a warm and soft kiss on my mouth. I responded with poorly hidden eagerness. She continued to massage my cock, now on the verge of exploding. “This is a slightly. The woman had come this way not to witness history, but rather because she was on a mission assigned to her by her own queen. However, even as she emerged out onto the rocky hillside she saw a prize that no Tartar could refuse. Red eyed and racing in a lather, a tall steppe horse sped by in a cloud of dust. Fatima spurred forward quickly, hoping to catch the flapping reins. Finally, having caught the high-strung warhorse, she trotted swiftly down the slope with her prize, away from the silence.