You start to thrust harder as I twist, pinch and pull them. Your moans are getting louder as I tease your nipples. You stare into the mirror and watch...my every move. I feel your pussy get tighter as I thrust faster, your juices are dripping from my balls down my inner thighs. I try to catch my breath as I slam into you with force but it's no good. I slowly my thrusting down wanting to make it last a bit longer. I grab your left leg and help you place it on top of the sink. You pussy tightens. Combined, it was hard to ignore.“I could t-talk to her about it,” she said.Art shook his head again. “Before we were sure, I’d say do it. But now we know she’s in deep. No idea if it’s linked to the tears we’ve been finding, but she’s into something dark if she has to go through those wraiths. If you ask her now, she might wise up, change her tactics or something.”“I suppose it m-makes sense. If Maria suspected anyone the Uratha might send, to ask questions about what she’s doing, it’d be. The familiar world became strange to her, full of danger. She avoided not only Holland Park but also any object, any feeling, that could remind her of the assault. She burned the clothes she’d worn that night. She felt humiliated, degraded, worthless. She lost her job. Her social life disintegrated.I yawned. Everyone knew the symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder; listing them in a porn film detracted from the entertainment, which was a pity given the excellence of Part One. Also, what. ”I asked, “Corporal, find me some new sheets while I go take a shower.”I began to leave and Jack teased, “So did you get your fill of sex?”I teased right back, “Hell yes, I had more sex than you and Masha ever dreamed of having. It must have been ten or fifteen women.”Jack laughed and corrected me, “The running count I heard was twenty, but there’s some question whether the last one counted because Colonel Maggie interrupted her.”I walked out the door and swore, “It sure as fuck.