The song is ‘Calvin Harris - Drinking From The Bottle.’ As the beat picks up, we find our way to where we know we like it. We don’t care if anyo...ne notices; we’re to wrapped up in our own thing. My fingers slide into her panties and begin to dance over her clit; she does the same to me. Our breathing is already heavy and we grind our hips. We tease each other faster, wanting to bring the other into orgasm first. I’m lost in her touch, while my fingers move down and begin to slide into her. I. ”“I reckon your days of fuckin’ birds are over mate,” I says helpfully, “You ever thought of turning queer?” “Fuck off, get me an ambulance!” he wailed, “ Put me cock tip on ice or summat.”“I have swallowed it,” says the girl.“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” Jethro whined.“Best swim for it love,” I says and next thing she’s out the wheelhouse and over the side, striking out for the nearest island.“Mind the wheel mate,” I says and I goes down the fish hold, “Your mate just bit my mate’s cock off,” I. My hard lund was trying to get in between her thighs. My kisses aroused her and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly . I put my lips on her lips. I sucked her lips for a while then I inserted my tongue into her mouth. She hugged me more tightly and started sucking my tongue. We both lay on the bed with arms around each other and continued kissing.After about fifteen minutes I started kissing her neck, ears and finally her breasts. I licked her boobs for five minutes and then I. This time, though, he felt it course down his arm, out of his hand and into hers.Jeira gasped as Aran’s Gift flooded her body, suffusing her entire being. Aran had no clue as to what was happening; whatever this was, it was new to him. Her hand gripped his tightly until the torrent ebbed.They stared into each other’s eyes for long moments; hers were a deep, melting brown that a man could gaze into for hours. He could feel her every sensation, every emotion, as if it were his own. The Gift had.