My eyes adjust to the dim light. Looking up, I see his handsome face in front of me, smiling. “Hi beautiful,” he says. I lift my head and kiss him...passionately, parting his lips with my tongue. My legs circle around his waist, my hands wrap around his muscular back. His mouth on mine, his cock inside me. Heaven. He slowly starts moving in and out of me. That beautiful thick cock pumping my wetness. Filling me up completely. As he thrusts forward, he hits my G spot making jolts of electricity. Taking his light jacket, Madeleine led Sam to a chair in a living room that faced opened French doors overlooking a wooded area. "Want something to drink?" Coffee would be nice," Sam said."Mine's old. Let me make a new pot." She headed for the kitchen. "Just speak up, Sam -- I can hear you back here."Sam was pleased that she was making "a new pot." People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to. For a brief, strange, moment, Hypnos wondered how his son Alex was doing. How the boy is adjusting to his new gift? Then, he shook his head and frowned. Sentimentalism was not like him. The god had had children before and forgotten them. This boy would be no different.Hypnos’s charming, rakish grin reappeared. Shooting a glance from one prone, satisfied nature spirit to the other, he nodded with vindication. Getting hung up on Mariah was just a momentary lapse. He hadn’t lost his touch.“A. With little haste and the Haitian went back to his van and dug out an assortment of ancient fetishes, dark wooden statues and an assortment of modern sex toys of bizarre design.Returning to Emily's blanket the Haitian voodoo man took great care in arranging the paraphernalia of his trade, muttering in some ancient tribal language under his breath as he worked with great care.Satisfied with his preparations the Haitian voodoo Man turn his attentions back to Emily laying naked in the sun. From.