Loudly. I continued to grind my body slowly, giving her that slow steady pressure on her clit while she came down from the orgasm high.She realized th...t I hadn't cum yet, and in that cute new girlfriend kind of way asked me, "Mmmmm that was SOOOOO good, baby, what can I do to return the favour?". Always a great thing to hear from a beautiful woman. I didn't have the courage to confess my bursting desire to cum on her sexy red painted toes. I simply told her that I wanted to carry on fucking. Then, after a while, Cyrilo suddenly told them to disembark in front of a tavern. “Wonderful, just where I was heading.”“What is this place?” Sophia asked.“My competition,” Cyrilo answered before leading them inside. Unlike the Knight’s Sheath with its large windows and chandeliers, most of the dim tavern's light came from some spread-out candles. The furniture was cheap and shoddy, but it got the job done, and old weapons, trinkets, and hunting trophies decorated the walls. In the corner, a. The salty bitter taste ofcum was strong in her mouth and there was no way out of this situation.John just stepped back and smirked. He put away the extra cameras he hadset up and knelt down before Marcy for the last step of his visit. Helifted up the sissy's skirt and pulled down her sticky panties. Takinghis copy of the key John unlocked the sissy's cock for the first time ina long time. John still considered himself completely straight, after allhe didn't consider Marcy a guy at all, and the. We got our safety harnesses tangled once.But we kept painting.We were working on a picture of an old woman in her tent. I’d only met her once, but I knew her. She’d died in the fire. That wasn’t what we were painting, though. In the image we were working on, the old woman was reading a book by the light cast from an oil lamp. She looked peaceful and happy. It was what I hoped the afterlife had in store for her if there was one.Two or three times we had to lower our lift and step out in the.