.. we were sucking the skin off of each other's faces, massaging tongues, touching breasts, pressing hard cocks into clothed bodies and the whole nine...yards. It was a wonderful foreplay make out session that I would GLADLY Re-live if she ever gave me the chance again! (And I'd try to give her a better show than I did later on that night too, but I'll get to that in seconds... )Two o'clock in the morning came much quicker than I had expected and we started getting tired, or at least I did. I. I increased the speed which increased her moaning. She was again biting her own lips. ” I am coming” I alerted her. and pulled out my dick just in time to ejaculate outside. I wet the bed-sheet. But we were too crazy to care about that. Nobody of us were satisfied, so we changed to doggy style. I could now go into her still deeper inside.I felt her breast while changing into the hound style. We both loved it. Then I increased my thrust. I pushed harder. It was with such force that she was. She knelt on the fern, hands grasping her leather jerkin, shaking with unvoiced rage. Smoke and steam billowed from the thatched roof of the cottage. Riders cried to each other as they remounted, horses slipping on the packed snow. The unconscious body of a fur-draped woman hung across the saddle of an Aroth raider. It was Penoa, Thespa’s mother. The riders circled the burning home, then galloped over the half-frozen stream and up, over the brown hills on which her father would pasture his. The difference this time was that after her fucking shift she would be attached to a milking machine and her milk squeezed out of her tits to be used to feed the bastards back at the breeding hospitals. The cows as the soldiers had started to call them only went through the breeding cycle twice but continued to be milked for a period after depending on the quality of the milk she was producing. If her production fell, she might be shot but most separated from there babies were sent off to serve.