I straightened up and grabbed his hips, pulling out until just the tip of me remained in him.“You don’t have to be gentle,” he mumbled.“I’m ...ot your Priestess,” I sniggered, but obediently pushed back in, a little harder. Damn, he felt like a tight, hot glove around my dick.“You don’t have to be, just fuck me,” he urged me on, humping his ass against me each time I thrust into him. I picked up speed, feeling my own release approach with every deep shove. Again, I reached around him, fondling. We found her two churches that had weekly bingo games, and I gave her rides to and from the church, so that she could enjoy getting out and doing something for herself.My mom had joined a group of women that met weekly at a sewing center in Brea. They all would attend a class where experts came in and taught them how to use all of the accessories on the sewing machines. I ended up buying a new machine for my mother. She had owned an old Singer portable, but her new machine was capable of doing. "Look at that bone-on," she said, admiring her work, "you sure do get big, Charley. I really mean it." She let her hands slide down around his erection. Then she resumed her sucking action on the head of his meat. "Mmmm," she hummed, and she thought to herself: nothing quite so nice as getting Charley ready to fuck my bunghole. She continued to work out with her lips on the spongy head of his joint. She sucked especially hard because she wanted him especially hot. She licked the rim from time. As they had distracted it, Trevor could now unleash his charged magic. The spear blade and the axe head of his halberd were glowing with a radiant storm of mana, and runes spun around the shaft. He charged toward the worm’s coiled body, released a roar of fury, and brought down his blade like a divine smite.“Voulge Slash!”It was a combination of his stabbing and cleaving spells, and while the motions were the same as just a normal swing, it inflicted damage differently in the form of a slash..