She pushed it open, summoning a ball of fire to light the hotel room up.Her puppet was dead, his pants around his ankle."Si'lat whore," she cursed. "H...w did that little girl kill you?"The corpse didn't answer. They never did in Zaritha's experience.She examined the dead man. He was young and fit, his body compact and muscled. She didn't see any wounds on him or smell any blood on the air. His throat was unmarred, there was no foam about his lips. She moved her flame over him, illuminating his. I looked into his eyes and saw my own heat reflected there as he fingered my cunt. I was breathing heavily. I pushed on the wet fabric of his pants, rolling the waist and his briefs inside out down his hips. His cock was hard and sprang up between us. I grabbed it with one hand, snaked the other around his back, forcing him to release my nipple. It cooled quickly, rock hard and straining. My hand cupped his ass cheek and his went to my back. I felt a tug on my dress and shifted, lifting my ass. It made me smile, an act that was observed by the surrounding men, who noticed my deft caressing of this phallic piece of fuckware, my fingers gliding over its knobbly veinous surface, and as I squeezed its bulbous head, the little slit on the top opened, my tongue momentarily coming out, as if to insert it into the hole, but I stopped short and placed it back, and moved towards the DVD section and between two men looking through the titles.I could see one man drink-in my scents as I brushed. At that time I was already with my legs open and breath breathless, I could not hide anymore that I was enjoying him catching and massaging my cock.Gradually grabbed my cock and he started a slow movement wit of going and coming on my cock, he said he was doing that due to take out the precum, every time that he squeezes my cock the transparent and thick liquid of precum flows off from my cock, and he was look very close like he was enjoying the smell that my cock exudes, the doctor was already.