And further: I can just glimpse her nipples, incredibly hard against her thin pajama top. Her breathing shifts, shallower, but more rapid.I can also s...e a rip in the collar of her pajama top, just below the hollow of her throat. I give a small, real, smile. My wife is a clever, clever girl. And the Bitch underestimated her again.I force my left arm under her – between her arm and her body. I reach up with it and grip the hair on the left side of her head. All the Bitch has to do to stop this is. You take my weight. If not for you, I'd collapse down.I catch my reflection in the mirror and can't take my eyes off me now. I try not to roll my eyes up and get lost in it. I look wanton, hungry, wild and dazed. I look like a slut. My hair frizzy, half wet and half dried, no make up, my lower lip swollen and glossed, and eyes glassy. I look just fucked. And I'm! Your finger then move faster, I stand on my toes now. I murmur "please" and "yes" repeatedly and then some words that I don't even. After about a couple of minutes of my tongue working his nice fat cock, he grabbed me quite forcibly around the back of the head; I knew what was coming next!His balls rose up slightly towards his body, his cock twitched in my hot mouth, and I could taste something very sweet as he let out a guttural moan of pleasure. A few more little spurts of sweet, runny cum shot from him and I eagerly lapped his offerings up. I was surprised initially that there was not more spunk, or that it wasn't. It turned out they'd had some adventures of their own; Leliana had acquired a nug as a pet, unsurprisingly named Schmooples, and Solona had been convinced to do every annoying side quest in Orzammar that I remembered from the game, and then some. She'd agreed we would - eventually - escort Dagna to the Circle Tower, rescued a woman from Dust Town whose family had tried demanding she abandon her child in the Deep Roads, run the Lyrium smugglers who'd tried to take over from the Carta out of.