“So? What is it?” he screamed. I peaked and saw that it was his biceps again. Holy shit, it felt so good and didn’t want him to stop jerking my ...ock off with his biceps. I kept moaning and grunting without guessing an answer. “It’s your biceps,” I finally said.“Good, that is right,” he seductively whispered.He sped up the jerking with his biceps. I was on the brink of cumming. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum! Shit, I’m going to cum!” I moaned.“Yes, don’t you like it? Cum on these biceps! Cum! Cum!. Too quickly. It’s been awhile. Trooper that she is, she swallows it all and milks my cock dry with her hand and mouth. She gets up and gets between Paul’s legs. She kneels and takes him into her mouth. She soon establishes a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul’s eyes are closed and his head is resting on the back of the couch pointed at the ceiling. I get off the couch and kneel beside her. I place my left hand on the cheek of her ass and rub around in circles. My fingers. ’ She looked at me closely. I couldn’t lie to her. I felt like she could see right thru me and knew exactly what I was thinking and really meant. ‘Still with the flattery, huh. Well, I know for sure that that is not what most men want. Only part of that is what they want, the part below the neck. The rest just gets in their way.’ ‘We are rather transparent at times.’ She looked up at me like she was making a decision. ‘Okay. Let’s go into the den. I think we can sit down there.’ She took my. Or of the precious few times he had gotten to see when her impenetrable royal mask was allowed to slip. His mind returning to the very first.Her ebony hair wetly askew, soaked likewise to the skin.Wearing only an equally wet Jurian under garment.The two of them, drying slowly lit by firelight.Erotic? Perhaps but that vision paled beside the incredible image of the present.Kneeling in flowing yellow, hair softly disarrayed. Smiling contentedly back at him.Ayeka seemed at peace. Appearing so.