His sack, stretched from holding leaden testicles, swung up to gently slap distended clit and pubic mound. It came away, smeared in thick clear fluid... this time it connected the two in a curving strand, slowly stretching. It nearly made it to the floor in one long string, before breaking and joining the previous offering. He pulled back again, the motions, the grunts, the squeals and the clenching muscles repeated. Each time he sawed into her, her body gave way more easily. The dripping. Mitch’s tongue was inching me closer to an earth shattering climax. I stopped sucking his cock and yelled, "Oh God Mitch! Stop for a moment before I cum! I want you to thrust your cock hard and deep inside me!"Mitch moved down between my silky white thighs, took his cock in hand, and ran it across my clit a few times before entering me. When he began trembling more, he shoved his cock inside me with one hard thrust. I then wrapped my legs around his waist pulling his cock as deep as it would. "Ah, you found him, Esmie," a familiar female voice called from the back of the long room.Stefan followed the voice until he saw Mirela sitting at a high table cluttered with vessels. Oil lamps focused with mirrors lit her face and the tabletop, causing Stefan to blink rapidly to adjust his eyes. He cautiously tiptoed around the sacks, pots and crates that created a nearly indiscernible path to the back where she sat. As he drew near the light, he took in the mortars and pestles, along with the. Samuel had been staring at the distant wall for thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door. He slowly rose and went to the door. He opened the door and looked at the woman standing there. She was bundled up in a heavy coat. Her gray hair was cut short in a utilitarian fashion and was nearly covered by a little knit cap. He didn't say a word; he just stared at her.After looking into Samuel's eyes for a second, the woman took a step back. She had expected to see anger, but not that dead.