" It rankled me to give him that answer but I feared the pain he would inflict. And something about what he was doing to my arm was distracting me."Ve...y good, very good."He kept touching me like that, staying silent until my entire being seemed concentrated on the tiny pattern he traced over and over on my arm. His movements weren't rough but weren't soft enough to tickle either. Just that same pattern over and over. He pulled me closer with a subtle shifting of his hand and I felt bare skin,. It smelled ripe, like he purposefully didn't wear any deodorant just to make me lick him clean. He kept rubbing the sweat all over my face. I had to clean both of his sweaty armpits until he felt they were clean enough. He kept laughing and tell me what a dirty fag I am. Something about the dirty talk and names made me crave it more. His ass was so muscular and hairy, he shoved my face between his cheeks and told me to not stop licking until he gave me permission. The feeling of having my face. What was the draught of the Adelaide?He would also need more information before charting a course from Hobart to Melbourne. In fact, he now realized just how many questions he had: pass to the east or the west of King Island? How to pass from the Bass Strait to Port Phillip Bay? Did one actually dock or moor or anchor in the Bay? And then he became aware of the fact that he didn’t know about the harbours at Hobart nor at Adelaide, but it looked as though there were islets (or just rocks?) in. .?" "The massage? After. Just fuck me." "Are you--?" "Now!" I couldn't take it anymore. My pussy was throbbing. The wetness was really running down my leg now. I shut my eyes; shudders were running through me. I could feel his hands take my hips and the familiar strength of his arms as his thumbs pressed into the dimples on my back. And then I heard the jingle of his pants crash to the ground and the thick head of his cock searching for the opening between my legs. Impatient, I reached back and.