That juicy wetness grew as I tugged on her nipple, stretching out her nub and breast. The feel of her wet pussy made my dick throb. I had to get hard ...nd inflame her lusts.My women needed me. I couldn’t be crushed to death by a naga.“Stalling won’t save your life, human,” she said as I craned my head. My face brushed the bottom of her breast. “Do you think your cock will make me melt? That I’ll be one of your women?”“Maybe you’re curious what’s so great about my cock that makes them all pant. Tiff just loved his choice of the style and being in Louisiana, it waseasy to come by. She then went to the multi-door closet and slid thelouvered panels aside to reveal a closet full of clothing. Not just anyclothing, not just any woman's clothing, but a specific style ofclothing that represented a time some hundred years before when theopulence of southern culture had women dressed in pantaloons, corsets ofwhale bone, any number of slips or petticoats and completed with aflowing, ruffled. And then the pain hit, just like before, and when his mouth was on one sore nipple, the heat and wetness making even that much more tense, she felt the waves of pain and pleasure washing straight down to her cunt, which throbbed in need beneath her shorts. He had moved one hand between her thighs and was pressing against the seam of her shorts, and she instinctively pushed back against him, the combination of sensations make her drown her shorts with her fluids. Gasping, she rode his hand,. Willis are you alright? I have been speaking to you and you haven't answered me. Is everything well?" Cedric looks right at her and knows everything is not well. He holds her hand and pats it. "There, there now honey. I'm sure it will play out. Everything always does."Easy for you to say that she thinks, you don't have a boyfriend that everyone admires. You don't have a breast tumor, you don't have anybody else to go to. Instead, she keeps her mouth shut and nods. Cedric hands her some tea.