Breathless, she felt me nearing my end, and stammered into finger, "My ass. C-cum on my ass..."It was painful to pull myself fully out of that tight, ...thletic body, but I obeyed, grasping myself and exploding across her beet-red buttocks. I heard another cry from her as my semen splattered against her skin, as if this too triggered another release. I came again and again, and she jerked with every new ejaculation, reeling from micro-orgasms that sparkled their way down her legs. When it was. Instead, my hands clutch the back of his head, spurring him on even though he needs no urging to continue slamming inside my drooling, velvety tunnel. Every time he buries his cock to the hilt inside me I shudder. This is what it feels like to be alive. To be impulsive. Reckless. Indecent. Hormones effervesce through my bloodstream, swelling my heart, making it race as we selfishly take what we need from one another without regard for the unfamiliar surroundings. Hot and hard, I start bouncing,. He felt curiously calm. Ithad to be a dream. A hand raised, hefting the swollen girlflesh on hischest. A really good dream. Slender, pale fingers pinched the thick,pink nub through the shirt, and he felt someone pinch his nipple, thesensation shooting through his body and down to his groin! He felt anunfamiliar muscle between his thighs clench wetly, and then slowlyrelax, and he felt something in his hips swelling with female need!IT WASN'T A DREAM! Sam gasped and lurched from his seat,. Leach's "surreal illustrated fantasies" of "a world of copiously-breastedsirens, latex-clad dominatrixes, and happily humping hermaphrodites" havealso been compared to that of the medieval Dutch artist Hieronymus Boschand has been declared "Definitely some of the strangest and more originalerotic artwork we've seen in a while."According to Leach, his work is not intended to convey any specificmessage. Instead, he says, the images in his drawings "just unfold acrossthe page like energetic.