He didn’t get a chance to think about it more; Leliana stiffened and came, losing her rhythm as she shuddered and wailed in his lap. He released her...hands to press one thumb down just above where their bodies joined, the other hand sliding up to squeeze her breast, prolonging her orgasm - and gritting his teeth against the pleasure of her sheath fluttering around him. He cursed as he struggled not to spill himself into her despite the searing need burning in his blood.She finally collapsed down. “See, I told you Napoleon would be in it,” Sean said.“Now it is a well known fact that Napoleon was short [see reference 1].”Sean said, “I referenced the first paper in which I thoroughly covered that topic.”“I noticed,” Mr. Kindle said wryly. He read on, “Being short, Napoleon had a Napoleonic complex. That just means he thought he was actually tall despite being short. It is mental disorder common amongst short people, magical creatures excluded.”Sean leaned over to Suzie and said, “I didn’t. And now he leans forward, and I can feel his warm breath against my clit, stirring the wispy hair there. He blows against me, and the coolness against the moisture there makes me jump. I arch toward him, but he still doesn't touch me inside; he just keeps maddeningly stroking my outer lips.He stops. Just as I am about to start begging him to touch me, he brushes my exposed clit with another one of his quick, fleeting touches. The touch is an electric shock through my body.It is gone in an. Two more men stepped forward and bent me over the bench that I had spent most of the day on, and with my hands behind my back and laying on my belly my mouth and ass were fucked by each man there. There was cum running down my legs and in a puddle under my chin as well as all over me. Some guys enjoyed creaming their load in my face or all over my ass which seemed to thrill the crowd as they watched cheering and chanting ‘’Fuck him!” Several times I thought I was about to cum myself and at.