I wrapped my arm loosely around her, hugging her from behind, and whispered into her ears, "Something wrong, Honey?" She didn't say anything, and she ...idn't relax. She did turn her head and tilt it back so that we could kiss for a moment. Then she lowered her head and stared at Gary, who was still slumped against the wall, and still had his eyes closed.Saralinda twisted out of my grasp and went over to Gary. She maneuvered her arms around him and gave him a long, long hug, but he didn't seem to. He is grunting in between in Punjabi and I cannot understand what it is but it is building the excitement, and he increases his speed, he bites me on my shoulders and kisses me all over my backside, his beard is tickling me and it is a feeling of heaven, he starting to hump me with even greater speed, I ask him was he ready to cum, he said in 2-3 minutes, as I have said in my earlier stories I again say it, sardars have a huge libido and have the strength to go on all night, he humps me for. His eyes flicked towards the priestesses. “What, that ward of thiers doesn’t stop fire?” Jack asked. “Seems like you have a problem.”“Jack, back off!” Will called out. She ignored him.“You’ll burn him too,” the Centurion cautioned.“Why do you care? You think he’s some kind of monster anyway,” Jack shrugged.“Jack, you’re not helping!” Will said loudly.“Shut up, Will!” she snapped, her eyes never leaving the man in the golden helm. Something felt off. It nagged at the back of her head, but she. She teased one with her tongue, feeling it rise to her lips, catching it with her teeth and nipping gently before moving to the other. She felt him inhale as her mouth captured the other nipple and a small smile played upon her lips. He hadn’t seen anything yet. By the time she was through, he’d be begging, and she couldn’t wait. Her mouth moved lower, her tongue busy investigating his taste, dipping into the slight well of his navel and swirling along the edge of his sweats. She looked up at.