Gabriel strained to focus on the various shades of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening and wasted no time forcing his way in... The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, King of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to serve as a steward, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the king as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his teeth at the memory of how he came to be there, whoring for the King. The memory was an immensely. “You didn’t cum baby” she pouts at me. “It’s alright. You did!” “No, I want you to too.” I give her a look and she knows what that means. I pull my cock out of her dripping pussy and sit back on my heels. She rolls over and lies on her belly – her cute little ass now visible to me and looking as ripe as a peach. I give her a smack on the ass and she turns to me with a pouty face, “Hey!” I lift her hips up until she is on her knees with her ass in the air. I slid my cock into her pussy and. “Oh, Christ,” she grunted, her eyes half closed. “Ican’t believe it.”“Oh, Jean,” I moaned, driving my cock a little deeperinto her. She lifted her legs into the air, openingherself even more to my invasion. I put my handsbehind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feetdangled loosely in the air, her toes curling anduncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hardand buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as Ipulled out and fucked into her deeply again.“Daddy, Daddy,” she began. Christi, in turn, watched the play of Rochelle's muscles in her back and buttocks as the woman sensually strutted the couple of steps toward the towel.Christi stroked her hands over Rochelle's body as the woman blotted her dry. The feeling was so much different from that of touching a man. Rochelle's skin was smooth, and not covered in hair like the men Christi had bedded. Quiet sounds of pleasure emerged from her whenever the towel passed over a sensitive part of her body, and it was not only.