Charles got up from his bed. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtains. From his window he could see the cliff. He asked himself three ques...ions: Who was that girl in his dreams? Is she still alive and still living in this town? If they ever bumped into each other, what would happen?The next day Charles was riding around town in his bicycle. He cycled over the hills. He cycled past beaches. He cycled past shops. He even saw a small cinema but that meant nothing to him. He didn't have. Oh my god! I wanted Christina to devour me heart, body and soul? Shifting her weight, she continued delicately kissing and nibbling around my face and neck, a gasp escaping my lips when I felt her hand alongside my breast. I attempted to return the favor, but suddenly both of my arms were pushed above my head as she sexily changed her position again, those amazing lips continuing their magical touch over my breasts. All around the nipples she kissed and nibbled as I thrust them upward, wanting. Now that I am experiencing it, it was a shame that she refused me this pleasure. Mom’s grip on my fingers relaxed and I started to pump my hips back and forth. As I built up a head of steam, Mom started rolling her head and raising her hips to meet each thrust into her rectum. The tightness that surrounded my shaft was like a glove that was custom made just for me. I pulled my hands away from hers and placed them under the cheeks of her ass for additional leverage to go as deep as I could.. This time he would be able to enjoy her angelic face. He would get to observe every delicious reaction.“What do you see, little bird?” he asked as he slowly pumped in and out of her. He could feel the hardness of the dildo that was embedded in her body as his cock sliced into her.“Me, Master.”“I see a slavegirl,” he said. “A beautiful, erotic slavegirl. A priceless treasure.”Angela trembled at the words. She looked back at her image and nodded slowly as she recognized what Cedric meant. .