An invitation. You know what you want. I kneel and I guide my cock to the wet little opening and in one piercing lunge I am as deep inside you as I ha...e ever been. “Oh, God!” Your words are a mixture of a grunt and a cry of joy. “That’s soooo good!.” Your hips rise with my every thrust and my cock rubs against the little button that is now swollen and demanding attention. Our pace quickens. Faster. And still faster. The heat in you builds in anticipation of what is to come. Your hands grab. I let go of both teats and sat there, dripping, looking down at very wet denim.Although I was cross at my stupidity, the feeling of the warm liquid soaking my inner thighs made me feel strange, as if aroused – but at what? As the warm milk ran down my limbs and puddled on the stool it felt a bit like I had wet myself. It would take too long to go back to the house and change and maybe have to endure another stare, grope, fumble or if he felt inclined and had the the time a shag with Dad, so I. Norsemen knew their way around mead for sure, but this was a special occasion. Tonight, the marriage between the Jarl of Yogsta's son, and the lovely daughter of another Jarl from their neighboring village Jokulsa was finally going to be made official. The couple would forge a strong alliance, whereas the bride would ensure that her future husband and his territory would have enough men, ships, and supplies to raid Saxon territory - just like so many other Scandinavian raiding parties had been. "I'm not telling. It might not come true." She says to him with laughter in her voice."Aww come on Jules tell me. Maybe I can make it come true for you." Brian said as he pulled her hips closer to his pelvis."I bet you could." Juliet flirted back. Brian dropped his head for a heated kiss. She felt his tongue duel with her own tongue. He placed his hands under her ass, and pulled up so that her legs would wrap around his waist. He gently laid her on the warm grassy bank beside the brook. He.
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