All characters in this story are over 18. * It’s early in the evening, an hour till sunset. The sun is warm on our skin and the smell of the sea nex... to us fills our senses. The table is garnished with two small vases of the deepest red roses I could find. A single white rose sat in the middle of the table standing higher than the others. It was a sign of my love for you and how you mean more to me than anything else. The smile on your ruby red lips and the look in your heart-stopping eyes,. I twisted and turned as he continued to bite my neck. It was finally over and he stopped to look me over. ?I’m going to pick you up and carry you downstairs; if you try anything I will throw you down and kick the shit out of you. Do you understand?? he said?Yes,? I managed to say. He scooped me up and carried me downstairs. I thought about making one last attempt, but he had worn me out. As we got to the bottom he dropped me and I fell to my knees, catching myself with my hands before my face. The two hostesses had snacks and drinks on the table. There were chips, dip, and other munchies. Drinks included an array of whiskeys and nonalcoholic sodas. When asked Sorrel eschewed anything stronger than a white wine. Her excuse being that later she’d have to drive Marion home and Fletcher would kill her if she got loopy and tried to drive with his daughter in the car. Sorrel’s excuses made sense, but still didn’t sit well with Hannah and Gwyneth, both of whom wanted to get Sorrel loose.. .. but for right now I would save my air if I were you. This workout is only just getting started."Bouncing up and down on his thick cock now, Quin fucked him with intensity. She was loving all of this wonderful sex, his big cock felt good, so fucking good, so hot inside of her, so fucking hot. Her mind was roaming now, she was just lost in the wave of fuck-lust that overwhelmed her senses."FUCK ME PAUL!!" Quin yelled out. "GOD, YOU BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BASTARD, FUCKME, FUCKME, FUCKME and DON'T.