He talked to her like she was trash, calling her slut tramp whore, but she didnÃ,t care. He was filling her to the brink and fucking her so hard...she thought she would die form the orgasm that threatened her. She picked up her legs and rocked back against him again and again and again. Pushing harder and faster every time. Getting more and faster and harder, abusing her poor pussy. Finally she could feel him grow another in and was shaking in response to his impending orgasm. As he hit the. "I was glad I had emptied those bottles. "You know where" could only mean one place. Oh well, might as well do this right."Barkeep!" I shouted. Unnecessary, as I was his only customer this late."I think you should give yourself a rest," the barkeep said. "You know the resurrection spells aren't working as well as they used to."When a Barkeep starts worrying about you, it is time to stop drinking!"No more wine..." I sighed, "there is something else I need." I had trouble meeting his eye. "A long. «Quoi?» she dared to tease."With your insides, to my prick, what made me come."She made an effort and shuddered, but then had another idea and coughed quietly."Wow, that's nice," David said and almost asked where she had learned that.Then he decided he didn't care where she had learned it, it felt good. The night passed in short sleeps interspersed with even shorter sessions of fucking. Only once did he take her arse and once her mouth. Four times he came in her vagina.Eventually, still. It was agony."Patrick, I wish you had shown you cared this much before we came in here, maybe we could have arranged things differently." Yes we should have chosen the bathroom, there is more room there."I reached around my hand and I could just touch one of her lovely breasts, but only just. I had to give up and be content to stroke her calves and lower legs. Again she put her hands around me, but slipped her hand down and was rubbing my erect penis through my trousers. I was that bunched up I.