Your will power is giving out and you push my face right into your pussy. I'm more than willing to bury my face in you and I begin working you over wi...h my tongue, your juices are flowing and I'm loving every drop. You moan as I slide a finger inside you while I'm eating you, your body is trembling and I know you want to cum. I ease back keeping you right on the edge, you dig your nails into the back of my head and grip my hair, I can no longer hold back and I bury my face into you with a fiery. You stop so close to me I can feel the warmth of your breath against the back of my neck even though at 6’4 you tower over my 5’2 frame. ~You always reached out to me and helped me believe~ ‘You enjoy the darkness too much for you own good sometimes,’ you whisper against my ear. I nod slowly in agreement. ‘When one knows nothing but darkness for so long, it becomes a comfort.’ I don’t want to say the words because in the past they’ve always led to the feel of a gun barrel brushing against the. " Right after lunch. Are you ready for dessert?"My cake! I rushed to the refrigerator, but the cake wasn't there. Suddenly through the thin smoke in the kitchen, I noticed a peculiar, sweet, burning odor mixed with the rest of my mother's attempt at making phosgene gas. The oven!A gout of smoke poured out as I foolishly grabbed the hot sheet supporting what was left of my cake. "AAAHHH!" I screamed when the sheet seared my fingers."Oh honey, let me get some butter for that." Mother rose. It seemed that Ilka had no qualms to seek warmth and comfort in his arms. Nature was calling though, and he disentangled himself from her arms to visit the latrine. With that done, he found out that the kitchen was busy already, and he talked one of the maids out of a chunk of bread and some cheese.Ilka showed, too, awakened by the suddenly cold bed, and they shared the bread and the cheese. The young guardsman and the maidservant thawed to each other and talked over their shared meal. Joerg.