It was testament to Mameka Bey'tan's erotic skills that the relief of his escape was almost overshadowed by the regret at not getting to spurt his see... into the warm clutch of her vagina, even though he knew that release would damn him eternally.Phil barely had a chance to let his jangling nerves settle before Verdé gathered him up in her arms. Her wings wrapped around them like a burial shroud. She planted a series of frantic kisses across Phil's face and the passion of her attentions caught. "Like the sun." And you want to be burned by my radiance," she laughed. "To feel my heat upon your lips."She shifted, rising up, her heavy breasts swaying as she straddled his face. She was winning, pressing her hot pussy down to his lips, the soft, dark pubic hairs brushing his cheeks. His tongue slid out, tasting her spicy flavor, more fire burning through him, compelling him to worship her."That's it! Put your mouth to it's proper work. Worship me! You are mine, Kyle." Master?" Chyna asked,. I cock my head back and forth, making kissing faces at myself in the mirror. I like myself. I love myself. I am grateful for my life, and it shows. I am radiant. I am She and, in the morning light, dancing through the panes behind me and the lace sheer, I am young and lovely.A few turns of the cap and the room fills with the scent of lavender. Creamy lotion, generously worked into my skin, from neck to toes. I work it in with my palms and fingertips. It is one of those decadent feelings... It. "She wiped her sweating forehead with her forearm: "Men -- and even women -- are infatuated with busty women. But when I can't nurse, my body pays the price. "Could be worse." After two weeks, I'm panting, and my back is cramped. That's the burden of feeding." She seemed exhausted and weak. "The milk flows like a dozen water-pistols. It's hilarious. All the ranchers would pay me to spray into their drunken mouths, a half-foot away." Makes me want to own a ranch." She sighed. "Without a.