It was so fat I couldn’t even get my fingers completely around it. I began to wonder if I could take the thing in my pussy. I watched him slide back...his foreskin to reveal a wicked looking purple helmet. I reached down and pulled him into me, rubbing his wet cock up and down between my wet pussy lips. Then he pushed into me, and I squealed as I felt my pussy open up to take him. I drew my knees up beside my head to receive him fully into me. I was beyond the point of no return as he fucked. What was a week's march to Billingsly fortifications would turn into two if the rains persisted. His ninety or so men grumbled at the fact that they had to stay in the barn that still had not been cleaned out since the plague.The horses and cattle that were house there had been dead a long time and their bones lay where they had died."Billingsly, his wife and son are dead," he told his son many times before. "That wench that has been crowned queen will be yours for the taking." What if I don't. Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus Riordan's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning ... Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless."Come with me", said the reaper standing next to. Using my other hand I lightly stoked the sides of his hard shaft. I could see precum forming on the tip of his head and stopped stroking him. I put my finger over the wet tip and pulled it down the length of his penis, leaving a shiny trail behind it. Still rubbing David with my thumb I moved my head between his legs. I touched my tongue to the base and moved up, licking up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of his shaft a few times before finally.