Anders was clean, his hair damp and tied back tightly, his skin slightly pink from scrubbing. The clothes he'd borrowed from Alistair were long enough...– I guessed the two men were similar in height – but the warrior had obviously a much different build than the gaunt mage. He had the pants held up by a thin rope, and looked like he was swimming in the tunic. Despite that, he somehow looked graceful and elegant, and I smiled.Anders sat at a table, watching us with amusement; Leli was alternating. I am really wet now. I pull my hand back up and use my own juices as a lubricant around my exposed nipple. It's now glistening in the dark. You bury your face in my pussy once more. You want to taste me. Your tongue begins to flick the clit. Faster and faster. I arch my back. My juices flow all over your face now. I am trembling. You come up. You want me to taste my own juices. Want to proof that it was really you who did this to me. You want me to admit my pleasure to you. You kiss me for the. This was the scent that only an innocent girl has, and she only has it for a relatively short time. But it was irresistible to Bob, and he quickly moved to his head into a position where he could easily lap up the elixir that he smelled. He moved his head forward, into her pussy lips, lapping at her moisture, then pushed his extended tongue into the entry of her cunt. Her first climax followed immediately, her hips shivering and shuddering, unladylike soft growls coming from her mouth and. I love that spontaneous kind of weirdest. And I would have loved some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going.