“Then leave the arena”. Sister Mafita’s voice rang in the ears of everyone within encompassing square. With a wave of hand she disintegrated the...three bodies on the arena, sending four spatial rings to Zax.Disgruntled, Funwas and the pink Two Headed Sparrow left in a walk and flight.“What’s your name, contender?” Sister Mafita asked Zax.“Karim, no last name, from everywhere in the Western Continent”. Zax answered, assuming the identity of a vagabond since it was easier to reply when being asked. "Yeah, play with that little wet pussy Lucy! play with that little wet pussy! I want to see you cum on my cock again!" I said urging her on.Lucy's hand rapidly moved back and forth, her groans got louder and more urgent, as my cock continued to poke up into her wet asshole, and soon her breathing was more rapid as well."Oh god! oh god! oh god! oh god!" she began muttering louder and louder."Yeah! fuck your pussy! fuck your pussy!" I growled urging her on more.Lucy got louder with every second,. He owned every bit of that guilt and he had to live with it. He needed to work around it. He'd been running without a plan – and that wasn't like him.When had he agreed to join the Confederacy? He tried to think back to a single decision where he could say "there; that's when I decided to join." He could find no such moment. At some point, it seemed like it had just been decided, despite his misgivings, despite his mistrust. One moment he had been fighting against the whole CAP system with. " Charles does not say anything. They settle into a steady fucking motion. Her hips undulate to the rhythm of his stroking. Lynn is relaxed as his cock penetrates her. Her eyes are closed and her full luscious lips are slightly parted. There is just the steady sounds of flesh making contact and my wife's shallow breathing. A different jazz cd is playing in the background. It sounds like Miles Davis. Charles takes a longer stroke and quickly slides back in Lynn's cunt. "Ugh...that's it, fuck me.