He held her hips, lifting her up and slamming her back down over and over. She leaned forward, grabbed his face in her hands, and brushed her lips aga...nst his. “Fuck me harder! Make me come!” she moaned as she kissed him, jamming her tongue in his mouth.When she came, she screamed into his mouth. He stopped moving her and let her settle, with her pussy at the base of his cock. She broke the kiss, looked in his eyes as he said, “I’m gonna cum in a couple seconds and I want to watch your face. Agonisingly painful for Francine, that was for sure. Her battered Warrior Slave seemed to walk straight into Augusta's best punch for quite some time.But Francine stood her ground, a brave and fearless figure and she started to soak up all that Augusta could throw at her. There were five rounds like this and Francine stayed on her feet and returned Augusta's shots blow for wicked blow.Frederica was full of admiration but horrified at the way the blood was pouring out of at least twenty cuts on. And I look like her every second ofevery day I'm not I that office.And the sex ... my god. I love it. I physically need it. I live for it. I feel like I'm becoming the epitome of a slut. I need sex to make mefeel whole. I love the ritual of getting ready to get fucked. Thedressing and primping of preparing my face, my body, even my clothes.Knowing that by wearing thigh highs I can simply hike up my skirt, lowermy panties and offer my waiting bottom to a man sends electricity throughme. . I expected Beelma to greet us at that point, but he instead signaled to a group of Biths in the corner. The musicians then struck up a sultry tune, and the various women surrounding Beelma’s throne began a lengthy dance number. All the while, Beelma eyed the five of us; I assumed he was trying hard to make us jealous. The women were attractive, to be sure, but none of ‘em came anywhere close to the alluring Zeltron. She oozed pure sexuality without even trying. As the dance number ended, Beelma.