She closed the door, and again put her arms around my neck giving me little kisses here and there. But as I would reach to kiss her, she’d move away... If I ran my hands down her back to cup her ass, she’d stop me. What are we, 14? Screw this. I’d had enough. “What’s the deal here?” I finally asked. “You’re doing all this shit, making moves, I try to kiss you and you move. I try to touch you and you stop me. I’m too old for this shit.” “Oh really?” she asked, as I saw her jaw clench with. A fat, four armed, tailed woman with an A rank band furiously entered the cave. Behind her was Kouwee in his humanoid form.“Barov Do Loyndez, who was it?!” Bellowed the woman, Biton. She was Misha’s backer and in return to support in certain dealings, she relied on his submissive exterior to haul attractive prisoners, mostly fit for entertainment, before the cronies of other A ranked or Elite ranked prisoners.Biton flaunted her fourth level Martial Mortal aura, projecting it at Zax after Barov. I plunged my dildo into his wife's cunt with hard strokes. My head threw back. The pleasure burst through my body. My cunt writhed and spasmed, juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled through my rapture. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, waves of rapture rushing through my body. “Oh, that's wonderful. That's amazing. Ooh, your pussy is going wild about my dildo!”“Uh-huh!” the MILF moaned, rubbing her face into her daughter's pussy. “Mmm, so good.”“It is,”. With a soft sigh Helga brought her lips back to his, the contact was light, sensuous, a thing that was given freely, so unlike the candle lit moments with the kitchen girls, who smelled of grease and sweat, their touches mechanical.Helga's lips touched his like the soft caress of a fall breeze, holding the possibility of a storm unseen, yet building by the moment.Smiling, Helga looked at Nicolas. He noted the burning look in her eyes, felt his own burning, but was struck mute and immobile by.