Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man glancing at her. He thought she couldn't see, so he kept looking at her breasts, peeking out the top of ...he skimpy material. She saw him graze her body with his eyes, always returning to her breasts. She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit - barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doing. Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her. Grabbing my feet he pulled me down the bed, eliciting a yelp from me. Leaning over me, his strong arms caged me in. “I thought I said no touching?” he asked in a low gravelly whisper, his face inches from mine. I looked up at him trying to look as innocent as possible as he tangled a hand in my hair. “I forgot...” I replied uncertainly. He kissed me deeply. For his only response I got a smirk before he was on me, flipping me over, hiking my ass up and giving it a slap, a groan rumbling from. It took just a few minutes of walking through the city to reach back to the Red Keep. The young girl was rushing, so she could tell her father of the plot against him. She was almost there, she was so distracted by seeing the entrance just down the street from her now that she yelped in surprise when the powerful hand wrapped around her arm.Her frightened eyes lifted up to the bored face of a pair of city watchmen blocking her path. The one holding her arm shook her once, then gave her a little. Inspired by the exquisite pleasure of her handjob I thrust my fingers deeper and faster into her, feeling her rock her hips in unison as her wetness flowed between her thighs. The heat of our passion pulsed though us, and I couldn’t resist my urge to feel the wet heat of Susan’s pussy squeezing around my hard cock, pumping into her, filling her. I broke our kiss and looking into her eyes I sensed her craving, then leaned against her, kissing up her neck, I pressed my lips against her ear as I.