I could try that again.The last time I had tried to get fisted was when I asked my ex, he wouldn’t try hard enough though and so it never really wor...ed. I quickly slid out of my pants and underwear, shoving them to the end of the bed and started to rub over my pussy.I was wet, as usual and had no trouble pushing two, and then three fingers into myself, thrusting them slowly as I let my juices cover them. Soon I pushed my pinkie in as well. I had always been a fan of shoving big things up myself. After cumming I removed myself off him and laid down on my back. My hubby moved to on top of me. Entering his cock into me again. He started thrusting back and forth rather hard, giving me a good rough fuck. After about 10 minutes of pounding me, He started moaning again as he started cumming for a 2nd time. He fucked me harder till all his cum had shot out of his cock. He fell down onto me after he finished and gave me a kiss. He then removed himself off me and I got up and went to the. “I’ll help,” Bobo said. He’d been making sketches of the five thrones. “Shavala, did you bring your gathering sacks?” There was no response. “Shavala?”“What? Oh, yes, I did.” Shavala put the staff to the side, then stood up and pulled two of her thin cloth sacks from a coat pocket.“Wait, Bobo, can you stay here?” Treya asked. “I’m going to wake her up and I’ll need your help to talk to her. Marco, maybe Razai can go with you.”Razai rolled her eyes, but took the sacks Shavala offered her. It. She was the type that called you out for anything if she disagreed or thought you were bullshitting. She was gorgeous too. She was a little taller than average for a girl, with dark brown long hair, model eyebrows, and light gray eyes. She had tan skin and, though she didn’t show off much, had large breasts which I gathered were in the C range. I volunteered to drive us often, and was funny enough that she seemed to enjoy my company. There was one day in particular where we were talking about.