” After a pause she continued: “Oh Shit Kevin, I’m about to pass out I’m so drained. Let me just lie quietly for a while will you?” “As lo...g as I can suck your tits,” I responded. Pam simply smiled with her eyes already closed and nodded her head. I can’t describe the feeling of fucking a squirter. It was over the top – the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life. Not only did her “ejaculation” feel good both physically and emotionally, it caused her to gyrate and twist, energizing my dick. Earl’s face looms over me and with one mighty thrust he impales me on his length. Giving me no time to adjust, his shaft pumps into me with a heavy pounding rhythm. “Yes baby fuck me! Oh God don’t stop!” “How does my cock feel inside your cunt?” He grunts each word in time with his deep thrusts. “It feels so good…oooh” I half moan a response. My eyeballs roll to the back of my head. I desperately hold onto him and trail my hands down his back. I shove my hips forward and press us closer. Her fingers slowly lingered along my body in a slow gentle caress. Her eyes were closed as she hugged me close. Her hands hugged the small of my back and caressed my ass. She suddenly grabbed my ass and thrusted my hard cock into her crotch.My cock was hard and I could feel the folds of her hot wet cunt.This was everything I ever wanted. I masturbated about this for years. Her big beautiful breasts mashed up against my hard chest, my hands on her thin hips.And finally she was kissing me all. The men, too often, went mad with hate, seeking to kill her or to take their pleasure on her unwillingly. None of the women had survived a season with her, their life force giving out against the opposing forces which bound Snegurochka here.Every so often, one came who was able to survive. Usually a young man, inclined to poetry and music, with a supple mind that could learn to live apart from all that he had known. Snegurochka sighed as she remembered the last such, a young shaman who had.