I skin my teeth into his throat and tear the skin and flesh away in such a gorgeous way. He screams and so do I. When I decide that others should join...this rancorous, I slash around me with my dagger, letting the blade taste again the hot flesh of other men. Then my rapier is back in my hand, ripped from the man as he falls and I lay about with it. Piercing with that diamond tip the most obvious hanging of targets till as last I have a circle of men holding bloody crotches. ‘Come on! More! I. He groaned watching me rub myself on him.“Take off all your clothes,” the old man said.I stood and undressed in his living room. When I sat back down on the couch, he gently pushed me backwards on the couch so I’d lean back. I spread my legs for him as he parted them with his hands. He brought his face down to my cunt and licked at my wet folds. He hungrily devoured me with his tongue and lips working himself up over eating my pussy out. The man brought me to a raging orgasm making me. Poor Kim had no clue. What is it with you men and not reading women’s signals? You’re not exactly subtle, are you? Seems that men have to be shown or told directly how a woman feels,” Melissa replied while groping and washing me.“That’s because, with few exceptions, men think on a different level or in a different frequency or something. We’re not about subtlety, true. Men appreciate candor, bluntness, directness. Saves time, doesn’t waste it. It’s the most efficient way to get what you want.. The rumours were true, or he'd lucked out, but either way she was his now, and it was time to savour her.He took command, and she marvelled at his confidence and strength. Her lithe and limber frame wrapped around him as he began to thrust, gently at first, then with a vigour and power that made her cheap student bed creak with the strain. It was drowned out only by the high-pitched cry of her voice, becoming louder and louder, gasping dirty admonitions into his ear. He had been right; his.