Whether you in me? Or me on you?” She leaned forward, and supported herself by putting her hand on the middle of his chest, and locking her am. Her...other hand grabbed his hardness, and put it right in place. “Are you ready to see who feels best?” “God, yes!” She slid his head back and forth, lubricating them with her eagerness. She gave him a few strokes, just before she began her descent onto him. “Now. You judge on tightness, and I judge on how well you fill me up,” she said with mild. Fortunately, their egos had suffered more bruises than their bodies, and nobody was seriously hurt. Odd, the intruder had completely overpowered them, killing them would have been trivial. Why had it not finished them off?Kadal helped one of the hunters to his feet, glancing at the rocks where their quarry had fled. She made her way over to the reef, climbing through the corals, her tongue tasting iron on the air as it darted between her lips. Scattered droplets of crimson caught her eye, and. She was still topless, so naturally I was staring at those beautiful tits. She grabbed the bag and pulled me forward to her. Then grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled me to her, and kissed me. It was quite a kiss, our tongues were battling each other. I reached my hand around and grabbed her luscious ass. She reached down, grabbed her bag and threw it on the bed, then she grabbed my cock and started stroking it a little. She stopped and looked down at it, stroked it a few times. She could have any guy she wanted – or so she thought, until she met Eddie Holmes. Eddie, an attractive Englishman in his late thirties, had been in Aylar’s eyeline for a while. He was a friend of her family and had been helping her crazy Romanian grandmother with a half-baked charity scheme she’d come up with. Crafty Aylar soon figured out what times Eddie was at her grandmother’s house and was usually there when he arrived. Every time Aylar saw Eddie, her heart skipped a beat. She smiled at.