“Let’s take a break. We must have come close to fifteen miles by now.”Shavala nodded, and waved to the others behind them. There were groans of ...elief as everyone let go of their sleds.They’d all gotten used to pulling the loads, but Sarette would be grateful when the trip was over. If it hadn’t been for the one snowstorm in Tarvist Pass, they could have brought the horses and wagons with them. That would change soon, when they reentered the mountains, but if they’d just waited a few days for. They had, however, definitely changed, matured perhaps, and it would seem for the better, and they were looking forward to going home.There was one thing she could do without, however. Every man she met, particularly at Maison Pamplemousse seemed intent on propositioning her, even when their wives were trying on dresses no more than a few feet, no, metres, away. She had to admit that some of them were ... quite persuasive, but until she made up her mind regarding Peter Hatherley - she had, of. V lounge. I didn’t care, I liked the feeling of him parading me about with everyone knowing he was going to fuck me.We went into a booth and he lay back and smiled. He was absolutely gorgeous and I couldn’t believe my luck. I slipped his towel off him slowly and seductively and widened my ayes as I watched his cock grow from eight to eleven inches as it hardened. He was uncut and the foreskin slipped back to reveal a beautiful shiny black head, pre cum in the slit. I stared at his balls. Shaven. You want to explode. I want to feel your hot cum inside me. God, you’re hard, babe. So bloody horny. Ooooooh yesssssss. I’m going to cum, babe. (Belinder slides two fingers inside herself. Her cunt is wet and slippery. She withdraws them and uses the tip of one finger to spread the juice over her clit. Her legs tensen with the sensation). Mark I play with your clit and put a finger inside you with my cock ramming you. (Mark strokes at his cock and feels his balls then returns to stroking.