I need it. I need all of you. As we pass a sturdy oak, I fight the urge to push you behind it, drop to my knees and tear at your trousers. I long to u...zip you, hold your cock in both hands then sink my lips over your smooth purple tip. I want to suck you until pre-cum floods my tongue, then rake my fingernails over your firm buttocks while I suck and lick you to climax. To hell with joggers, dog walkers, ramblers; I want to taste you, I want—A large collie scampers from the undergrowth and. “Holy shit,” he breathed as I went deeper, “I’m gonna cum.” I sucked harder, and he filled my mouth, shooting rounds down my throat as I swallowed every one of them. “Holy fuck, did you swallow??” he asked surprised, “I thought you said you didn’t do that?” I blinked, trying to process what I had just done. The heat of the moment had distracted me, and I only cared to please him, throwing my personal preferences to the side. “I guess I made an exception,” I shrugged. He starred back at me in. After drilling a two-inch hole through the center, he fashioned a handle about sixteen inches long, and wedged and glued it in. Basically, he had a wooden mallet.Utilizing the post he used to stretch his hides over, he covered the top with a piece of hide, then spread a hide on the ground all around the post. With a handful of the stalks in his left hand, he used the mallet to repeatedly hit the seed heads, adjusting the force of the blows as he learned. Emphasis on repeatedly, he thought as. Deep down inside, she knew that she must do this. ‘All right.’ Pristine nodded. ‘Uh, Drackor? How do we begin?’ asked Kyra. ‘First, you two must go to the Kingdom of Grom.’ ‘But, but, Drackor, Grom is many weeks away from here. It’s impossible to reach it. We have to cross an ocean.’ ‘Kyra is right sir. It would be considered treacherous to travel right now with winter almost here.’ Pristine added. ‘Nothing is impossible!’ shouted Drackor as he raised his staff. There was a crack of.