She channeled each bit of devotion and servitude that resided within her, and focused it into the attentions that she was giving her Queen's sex.And h...r attentions were being rewarded. Now that her own moans were silenced as her mouth and tongue were so diligently occupied, it was the Queen whose moans of pleasure echoed off of the throne room's towering walls. And with each sound, Asiara's inspiration grew – she moved her tongue more insistently, sucked more intensely, and pleasured her Queen. I gasped under him as he slowly started to feed his length inside me. Feeling him stretch me again, I couldn’t believe that this had fit inside me before, or that it would this time. He was pushing in deep, pushing me to my limits. Slowly but firmly he invaded me. Kneeing my legs further apart, his hands swept up over my chest, crossing my body, his right hand landing on my left shoulder and his left landing on my right. His arms crossed beneath me, he pulled back on my shoulders, making sure. Holding her still, he forced his tongue inside to taste her there, tickling her into a gasping laughter."I love your laugh, too," he whispered before moving down between her thighs.She could feel his hands pushing her knees up and away, his warm breath touching her where she needed to feel his mouth. Instead he kissed her right thigh, up high, near her need. It was a wet, sucking kiss. Noisy. She convulsed and reached for his hair, fulling intending to force his lips closer. He pulled away at. Eventually they fell off into a drunken slumber, and failed to do what they had promised Bernie they would do enroute, join the Mile High club.The honeymooning couple stayed at the Villa Modigliani, a delightful hotel situated in the heart of Paris' Montparnasse district. Joe's father had told him that it was the perfect spot from which to explore the magnificent city of Lights; however it rained their first four days in Paris and they never got to the gardens of Versailles, or the exquisite.