As she started to sit down, she paused and, holding her plump bottom above my face while looking at me between her legs, said, “Are you ready for th...s?” I couldn’t give her an intelligible response as Sigrid was already bouncing off of me at an astounding speed. God she felt good. Ingrid lowered herself onto my face, no longer shy or hesitant like she was before. I could smell the rich bouquet of her sweat and vaginal fluids. Her pussy was over my mouth, and it even partially blocked my nose. I. I start at your feet. Picking up a bottle of oil, I pour a bit onto my hands and touch your ankles. My strong hands apply pressure to your lower legs as they simultaneously work up towards your knees, and slide back down to your feet. Outside legs, and inner legs, calves, and hamstrings. As I lean forward to your body, my eyes look to the towel covering your private areas. I strain to see your womanly parts, but the towel is long, and it’s dark enough that I can't see anything. Massaging. Abigail managed to get her hands out, but still hit the wallpaper with a sickening crunch.She turned around and faced her sister. "This was for getting me sacked," she yelled at her. "Hurts, doesn't it?"Moira wiped her eyes. "Ahh 'ate you." She looked down at Quentin and stared at him. "Ah 'ate you too."Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared bedroom as she went. She didn't want to be around Moira, and her Quentin any longer and she had certainly not intended. Story inspired by pics from Shadman and ShooterM. When Harry Potter asked Luna Lovegood to marry her during their 7th year at Hogwarts, she was ecstatic. Of all her friends, Harry was the only one who truly understood her and loved her for herself, strange as she was. Then again, she was a beautiful and sexy witch. None could say she wasnt. Her long blonde hair and fae like beauty just made her irresistible to most men, though none would have married her as harry had proposed. She had accepted.