And in a moan she said, ‘We could move to Paris until everything is worked out, and safe back here.’ Meanwhile, I had latched onto her hips, as I ...eld her in place to quicken my thrusts in her tight pussy. I knew I didn’t have much more time before I came. And I know she liked it when I pounded her pussy ruthlessly. And I had to give her an orgasm before I could get mine, just the kind of guy I am. And to show her gratitude that I always put her before myself, she’s always swallow my loads.. ‘Why haven’t I done this before?’ I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. ‘Beautiful. So beautiful.’ ‘I couldn’t agree more.’ Behind me, Adam’s voice was unexpectedly near, his breath warm on my ear. I let him prise the sandals from my fingers, watching as he placed them with his jacket on the grass. When he straightened up, one warm hand landed on my bare upper arm, the other gently swept the hair away from the nape of my neck. The knowledge he was about to kiss me there turned my knees to. . the Goddess of Breasts. And as such, they had been gifted with a portion of Bazongas' power, a power that along with the title of high priestess, was passed down from mother to daughter for many generations. But then there was me. Just a year earlier, my mother had died of cancer, but on her deathbed, she'd told me about the family secret... about the power of Bazongas. She lamented that she was the last woman in our family and feared that the power would be lost forever upon her death. To my. My bare thighs were pressed tight against the rough material of his trousers when he bent me over his knee, his fingers pulling the elastic of my panties high up my waist, the little bit of lace covering my cheeks disappearing between them, offering him a clear target of bare bottom! ‘Yeeeow! … Oooowch!’ I squeaked suddenly as the paddle whacked each cheek, already tenderised by his huge hand, then he did it again and again and my legs were dancing in wild abandon as I squirmed around on his.