“You're still... here.”“Well, yes,” I purred. “Did you think I would let you use my bedmaid and not ask for payment?”“Payment?” he ask...d with a groan. “I... Do you need me to tell you more? I already told you too much.”“I need something far, far more from you this time,” I told him, running my fingers across his chest, smearing my own pussy cream on him. Fear swept through me, a cold wind swirling through my body. I couldn't show it. I had to be confident. I had to be imperious. Or I would be. ’ She feels her pussy spasm violently and a wonderful sensation permeate her body as a terrific orgasm sweeps through her. Isis stays upright, impaled on his rigid prick, letting the sensation wash over her…then with a soft moan, falls forward onto Finn’s chest and wraps her arms around his neck…moaning softly, her beautiful face buried in curve of Finn’s shoulder and neck…his prick still buried in her pussy. As they lie there, Isis can feel Finn slowly moving his prick in her pussy, raising. .. not his, but hers, where have I heard it?” Tyrion stroked his beard as he thought aloud, “I believe that my brother, Jaime, would remember it.”“Yes, I’m sure that he would,” Ser Jorah quipped, “speaking of things past ... my wife, Lady Lynesse Hightower, has left her paramour and seeks to be reconciled to me. She is now in the camp, in fact. I have, I admit, used her carnally, but can you blame me? I am not prepared to wed her again, however, and have decided to treat her as a concubine and. “But have you ever thought about it?” enquired Jenny. The question left Emma taken aback. “No,” she whispered, “have you done it?” Jenny ignored her. “What do you imagine it would be like?” Emma took another long sip through her straw while she considered her answer. “Well, I imagine it’s different from sex with a boy, slower and more intimate. I imagine that two girls take their time a lot more, spend longer on foreplay and stuff. Girls don’t fall asl**p after they’ve come!” They both laughed..