John headed to the back of the store and soon came out (after a concerning amount of bangs and crashes) with a steel blade which he held out to me "He...e you go buddy, one of my finer works if I do say so myself" A shakily grabbed the blade by the hilt which felt firm and heavy, I had always looked at John's variety of swords out of curiosity and wonder but holding one with my own two hands felt otherworldly almost. I expressed my gratitude for the sword and started to leave trying to leave as. She let out a pleased moan as my release slowly retreated from barrage to a mere trickle. Her tongue continued to lick my stake as droplets slowly dripped from her chin, staining the soft, green moss. To my great surprise, I was so excited that the orgasm did nothing to relax my tension. I was as hard as ever, and she continued to work with her tongue whilst she stroked the cum from her face and sucked her fingers, seemingly enjoying the taste greatly. Pleased with her work, she pushed me so I. After several soundless moments had passed, she rose and walked back toward the living room. She winced slightly as she entered the room and glanced at the red velour couch on which Jack Green had crawled between her wide-spread legs and fucked her into submission that morning. A dull ache still throbbed in her bruised loins and she tried vainly not to think about the cause of it. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she found herself realizing all over again that she had actually. I live in the Midlands and so there is quite a choice of venues.I hadn't been to a porn cinema for ages and when the chance of freedom came to visit one I was hugely excited. Even as I approached I could feel my cock beginning to surge in eager anticipation. As soon as I went in it was growing even more and as my eyes adjusted to the light what I saw soon had me rock hard. Everyone was openly wanking either themselves or someone else and one guy was standing up in front of another who was.