. nothing.You groan and clutch the back of your head. Everything seems to be in one piece, but you feel pretty banged up and are more than likely conc...ssed.'How the hell did I get here?' you think to yourself, slowly trying to coax your battered body off of the cold stone floor.You groan and collapse back down, too tired and sore to even contemplate moving. As you lay there in the darkness you start to piece together the events that led you to this point.You are an archeologist specializing in. Mmm, he thought, not had such a tight pussy wrapped around my cock for as long as I can remember.He slowly pulled out again but this time he shoved it back in faster and harder.“Yes!” Beth cried. “Fuck me harder, faster.”The stranger fucked her hard with fast short strokes, backing out about halfway before slamming into her again. Beth loved it. Her husband was rough with her but his cock was tiny compared to this stranger.He reached around and grabbed her tits, pulling her up so she was just. She had no idea how long that could take. She needed a better solution.Crimefighter started with a haymaker. He wanted to turn her into a wet pink mist and move on. Even semi-crippled she easily dodged the overhand punch that threw Crimefighter with all the momentum of his run. Xie Zhi Ren shrieked as she crisscrossed her way around the breastplate. Her movements were as lightning. She overcommitted on her last slice down his back and tucked away in a quick roll. She couldn’t sprint away. Waking about an hour later, Donald thinks about how much he and Emma just fuck in different ways and sleep together. Yes, they separate and do what they must, but together it is a sexual high and then needing rest. But in a way he realizes, that is probably the best way to be together. He enjoys his conversations with her too, and what she shares about her life. He feels a bit guilty that he doesn’t really tell her much about himself. Perhaps he should begin to more. It would be the first.