Jordan surreptitiously studied the giant. He'd call his brother to let him fill him in. "Security," he figured. "But Mandarin?" What's with the Miller..." asked Joseph when Billy came down a few hours later."You saw Jordan?" Billy asked. Joseph nodded. "What do you mean the Miller?" I told you I liked reading rags to riches stories. This one I read, one of those overwrought Victorian sagas from the late 19th century that makes you skeptical concerned the Henry Miller Legacy written by a black. I continued to stroke it slowly, enjoying the steady build of pressure within me as my fingers slipped over the pulsing, swollen head. Even in the dim glow of light it was becoming purplish in colour, and I could feel the slippery wetness of pre-cum on my fingers.o0oThe steady motion of her massage slowed, stopped for a moment, and then started again. The pressure on my legs was greater as she moved her hands along, one on each leg. She began rubbing harder, going higher above my knees and up. I’m going to be sore for a week!” She shakes her head, slowly. “The things I do for science.”She starts to head for her clothes, but thinking fast, I turn the yellow lot on her, and she freezes in mid step. Standing up, I wait until I’m certain she’s fully healed, and enter her from behind. She moans in pleasure, as her hand goes to the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers.“I’ve created a monster,” I hear her say, before we begin fucking in earnest. My hand on her clit easily notices. Those soft, sweet kisses of his making a reappearance.Soon after the kisses, his thumbs start to rub her nipples. He’s gentle with her. Never doing anything more than brushing them with his thumbs. As he paints her body in pleasure, she finds herself slipping even further away now.She may be relaxed and drifting, but he can feel the subtle twitching of her hips. The hips never lie. As good as this feels now, she still wants more. She still wants to give him more.One of his hands slide down from.