The moment his mouth made contact with her first nipple, she moaned loudly with my nipple still in her mouth. I could feel the vibration of her moan, ...hich made me moan. I put both of my hands in her hair, holding her to my breast and she moaned anew from the mixture of my hands in her hair and my husband’s talented mouth wreaking havoc on her nipples. She tore her mouth away from my nipples and pushed me back to lay flat on the mattress. She lifted her body over mine and in between my legs and. He then moved in, found my cunt easily and we both pushed a little. Once the head of his cock slipped inside of me (with my long squeal of pleasure/pain) he gave me a few seconds to relax. That feeling, of the initial penetration, has always sent me somewhere else. The beginning of being stretched by a nice big cock, the feeling of being full then, the fantastic feeling of REALLY being full as he slipped more and more of his shaft deep inside! I am a moaner a gasper and a squealer; especially. OMG this was my first time being fisted and its was so enjoyable, at fist it hurt but once she got going it gave me immense pleasure as I shot my load on the laminate flooring and ordered to clean it up with my tongue while still being fisted. Through the pleasure I couldn’t lick the cum up and once Emma had finished I was shaking with excitement. After this I sat shaking for a while I saw Emma sitting watching. I looked at the big black dildo waiting for me and knew it was going to struggle to. The only other people within range were the Legion of the Dead leaders Trevian and Fargrim, Nathaniel, and Varel.Alistair blanched as I told my story; Nathaniel and Varel grew still, faces grey. Trevian swore loudly in dwarvish, his meaning obvious even without understanding the language. All the while I spoke, Fargrim stared at me, barely listening, from outward appearances, but instead looking at me – through me, it felt – as though what I looked like, who I was, was more important than what.