I looked back at the stage when my fiancée, Danielle, laid her hand on my leg. A faint tingle ran through me as she lightly rubbed my leg. As though ...he were a painter, she faintly brushed her fingertips back and forth slowly moving to the inside of my thigh inching closer and closer towards my dick.With all the will power I had I did my best to concentrate on the performance attempting to keep my focus away from what she was doing. It worked for all of about two minutes. Her hand found the. He grabbed her hair and held her head straight. She looked at him, and he stared into her eyes as he said, I give your black soul to Chernobog. May we both live forever in his keeping. He swiftly drew the razor-sharp dagger across her throat and threw his head back as her warm blood covered him, running down his chest and legs to pool at his feet. He waited until no more blood flowed from her, and then he reverently laid the dagger at her feet and took a hacksaw from the shelf. He took the. It may be me that's down on my knees, but I've got all the power, controlling just how deep your dick goes, just what sensations you receive.My mouth is slick with saliva. I take my right hand, which had been jerking your stiff shaft and, letting your dick slip from my mouth for just a moment, lick the index finger until it is just as shiny and wet as your manhood. Before you can wonder what it is I'm doing, your erection is back between my lips and another satisfied moan is on yours.As my left. He gently slid his arm from underneath her and rolled over to turn the lamp off. Gently grabbing the blanket and placing it over her beautiful body. A small beam of moonlight shown in the bedroom, just enough to illuminate her body, providing just enough light for Rick to lay there and admire her.Her breasts were so perky and her small nipples poked thru the flimsy nightie as she lay there with one arm above her head and the other one by her side. She had one leg hiked up and the other one.