“You like it hard, don't you slut?” Alex panted as he pounded the little ass, his hips slapping against Peter's buns. He was only able to respond ...ith moans and gasps as the hard shaft drilled into him.Alex fucked him like a beast until he couldn't hold out any more. He yanked Peter's hands away from the wall and pulled him against his chest, wrapping him into an impossible crush. Peter now upright against him, Alex continued to fuck, erupting with torrents of boiling sperm that filled Peter's. ..Carson?" Sara asks me in awhisper."Yes she is, then Everheart, Sir Wallace and someone else?" Well I will tell them all to go away, this cottage's Sidhe is inmourning again and we need a break!"Before Sara can get to the door, a man speaks through it, "Rohanna, it'sMr. Reilly. Please open up for me?" SHIT this is bad!" I panic."No it's not, I am sure he rushed here to be with Nikki and her mom plusbrother are on the next flight?" Sara tells me and waves off my fearwith ease.Sara opens the. The ghost felt a rush of hope. This was a Poet. And from his robes, he must be a strong one."Gareth! Thank the Gods you are here!" the youthful Poet rushed forward to clasp the Warrior's arm. Then backed away, wrinkling his nose. "You're drunk, again! I can't believe it! You know what Pteri would say..." I am NOT drunk," the warrior interrupted, "though I was until recently. A distinction in tenses which I plan on rendering moot." Not now! We've got troubles!" The Poet hopped about waving his. I only knew him for one summer, when we both were nineteen year old. She had no idea what he did for a living, where he lived, or even if he had married. He was, in fact, a complete stranger. Except, she trusted him. Smiling wryly to herself, she mused that she had trusted William too. Would she get burned again? She recognized him standing at the end of the concourse. He had filled out, with broad shoulders. His clothes contrasted with hers. She, in a tailored suit, was a fashion plate. He, in.