”—Laini Taylor, Strange the DreamerINDIA INKThose words you found on the written pageThat sounded so wise, the thoughts of a sage,They weren’t r...ally mine; I confess to deceit.They just came from my pen as I sat in my seat:The words and the thoughts of someone, I think,Who works in a lab mixing India Ink.I know each bottle I buy at the storeIs filled with great words of wisdom and lore.Great poems, a novel, a play and short story,Fantasy figures and tales of glory—Thought up in front of a. ” Emma sank her hands into his hair, curling her fingers in the thick strands. She let her head fall back and sighed as his mouth closed over her nipple. His lips pulled gently while his fingers cupped and moulded her other breast. She wanted nothing more than for him to sink deep inside her and make her forget the time they’d spent apart, but there were certain things he needed to know first, things that might alter his opinion of her. Emma fought to keep her head as his hot breath warmed. Maybe he could pull Master Drexil aside and inquire about her. That might be the best course of action.Anastasia shook off her melancholy mood and checked her wound. She was happy to see that it was already healing over, a result, she was sure, of the ring on her finger. Stripping down, she began her sword forms as a way to retreat from her emotions. It was strange, she was sure, but she felt more at peace practicing her forms in the nude. It was more natural and she felt more free and. "He quivered with lust as he lowered his face to the hairy gash of her pussy.The heady aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils. When she grabbed his ears and pulled his face forward, he groaned and clamped his mouth over her wet cuntflesh.Sucking her steaming cunt turned out to be every bit as exciting as he expected.He felt himself surrounded by her cuntflesh, and when she closed her thighs on his ears, the only part of the world that counted any more was the slimy canyon of her oozing pussy.He.