Were they moans of pleasure or dismay? No matter. What really mattered was that he had a hot juicy pussy to enjoy. He glided in and out, hearing the s...uelching sounds. Then, to his delight, he felt the woman’s bottom beginning to squirm. He increased the pace of his pounding. And the woman increased her squirming. Now, he realised, the moans were becoming genuine moans of pleasure. “He’s got her going again,” said Tavia. Venetia nodded. “Randy bitch,” said Venetia. She was delighted that Xena. She began her ritual by spilling the salt to the ground around the outside of her garden in an anticlockwise direction, not stepping inside the ring until just before the circle was completely closed at the East. Then, choosing the dagger, she stepped to each of the four sections of the garden, slicing off a flower or herb twig which she then arranged around the candle. Once the candle was lit, she poured some of the wine into the chalice, breaking her usual habit by taking a quick sip. She. “Not now..please Master” She begged. He didn’t care. He gave a strong thrust into her ass and his dick penetrated it. “Fuck NO!” She yelled in pleasure and pain but mostly in pain.He began fucking her ass slow and smooth and increased his pace. He fucked her ass for 15 mins. “where do you want my cum, bitch?” He growled. “On my face, Master, I wanna be covered with your warm load” She moaned. He took his cock out and smacked it on her ass. It was quite a contrast to see a black cock on my mom’s. As for the second qestuon? Well, the answer was quite simple: she forgave him because she was the one that had set the entire affair up.Scott didn’t realize that, of course. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only way Emma had been able to cum was by resorting to petty theft. The need to take made her horny as hell and despite all Scott did.