“What kind of experiences do you think we have in Chaska that you don’t have here?” Robert was quiet for a minute as he contemplated how to resp...nd. In order to disguise his own discomfort, he got up, stoked the fire, and threw another small log onto it. “Doesn’t red cedar smell great when you burn it?” he asked as he sat back down, and just a little bit closer to her this time. He could tell, by the look on her face, that she wasn’t having it, though. “I guess I just meant, like, I’m sure. I’ll text you the address shortly. It’s a quiet little spot downtown. I’ll be there at seven sharp, so don’t keep me waiting.”“Yes, Miss Demonica.”“You learn fast. I like that, Camilo. See you tomorrow night.”He’d been waiting at a table in The Elephant Room jazz club for ten minutes when Mistress Demonica walked in. Camilo’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open as soon as he spotted her. She was every bit as stunning as her pictures on Fetlife. Maybe more so.The dark skinned Goddess’ appetite. Once at full stiffness, Molly rode me for at least a half hour, halting a couple times to enjoy body shaking orgasms before my final cum of the evening spawned her final one as well. All of us afterwards luxuriated in the post orgasm bliss along with and more profoundly the culminating exhaustion of a weekend of marathon sex."I want you to drop me off at home." Moi aussi," said Fanny."Okay," I answered."No objections?" asked Molly without malice."I understand," I said. "We've been nearly. His thighs finely fashion'd, and with a florid glossy roundness gradually tapering away to the knees, seem'd pillars worthy to support that beauteous frame, at the bottom of which I could not, without some remains of terrour, some tender emotions too, fix my eyes on that terrible spit-fire machine, which had not long before, with such fury broke into, torn, and almost ruin'd those soft tender parts of mine, which had not yet done smarting with the effects of its rage; but behold it now!.