Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into the sweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protective wall of her hymen. But ...here was no longer a maidenhead to provide the least bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jagged shooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearful anticipation of the unknown.There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into her body. There was the hardness. There was the fullness and the. ”They were able to tug Ariadne to her feet. Fortunately, she stood up when they tried. There was no way Shavala and Treya could have actually lifted her—still wearing her armor—up off the floor. She had no expression on her face, but she stood waiting with them rather than slumping down again.Marco made it back first, with Shavala’s coat wrapped around the old lamp. He set it down next to the other things he’d brought out of the room they’d found.“We’re bringing her with us?” he asked when he. Tara had been working with us for over a year now. Earlier my wife used to call her to get a massage from her whenever she had body ache. Then when we had a problem with our maid due to excess leaves and calling absent without providing a replacement maid. We fired her and my wife asked Tara if she would like to do our domestic work. She readily agreed as she was in need of money. Tara is in her early thirties.She has a seven years old son living separately from her husband (not divorced yet). His irises had flared up into a violent, predatory crimson, although were rapidly beginning to cool down. Do not test me, my love. I put up a good fight. With a deep breath, he released her and sat up, running his fingers through his hair. His beautiful human crawled over to him, gently wrapping her arms around his smoky complexion and giving him a hug. He softened a little bit and went to bundle his arms around her in return, but decided to playfully splash a large wave of water against her.