Standing, Louise began to strip, moving slowly. She hoped that Martin was watching. She was being as seductive as she knew how. Her blouse slid away a...d she dropped it on a chair. Her fingers worked slowly at the zipper of her slacks pushing it down and then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed the slacks over her wide hips and down around her ankles. She turned to face him and he was sitting on the bed, naked, watching her. A glow ran through her. Between her thighs was damp. Macro could see that a number of his soldiers were down, and he rushed into the fray with abandon.Fleetingly, he saw Anais in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with a Noble, but he was too busy to defend himself to render her aid. As soon as they saw him, the rebels concentrated their attack on him. That was a bad tactical decision, as it allowed the archers to regroup and fire volleys against the melting number of rebels.For nearly ten minutes Macro was in the thick of action, striking, wheeling. My hand gripped and massaged him over the edge, forcing the first burst into my mouth. So much of me wanted to savor it, lather my tongue and absorb the distinctness, but more came and overwhelmed me. I had to swallow. Not wanting to waste any more, I closed my throat, held my breath and let him fill me. Tasty. Could not say it out loud. More was dribbling in. A bit more coaxing with my hand and I had the rest. His softness easily slid out leaving behind my treat.At last I could exercise. Woolie was out of his mind by lust and he roared. His dick was throbbing so hard it hurts. He asked Quetzal to sit on his knees in the sofa and to bend over, revealing a perfect shaped butthole for him to fuck. As much as he wanted to go straight in, he knew he had to build it up. His finger disappeared in Quetzal’s ass again, then a second one. Quetzal wanted it. He wanted it so bad. He couldn’t wait for the third finger. His hand grabbed Woolie’s dick and led him to his inviting butt.