It was really weird. I was the slave getting screwed in the ass, but I was the one in control. I could see why some girls like riding cowboy during se.... I was able to set the pace and even how deep a thrust his prick actually made into me.I could also move myself so his prick would massage my prostate more... or less. I started speeding up. He wasn’t cumming yet and I really wanted to pop. I knew that I could only go a couple more times up and down when I felt his prick starting to twitch. . Just the sight of you, the warmth of you and softness of your skin has gotten to me. The stirring in my cock is making me regret my decision not to wake you up… Because as my fingers gently caress your exposed skin, “up” is exactly what I am becoming. I lean forward and kiss, ever so gently, the nape of your neck. You skin is hot on my lips and my tongue darts out to taste you… I kiss you again, and my tongue moves across your shoulders before heading down your back. I feel your breath. You did quite well for your first time. Dancing isn't all that different from fighting, when you think about it. You just practice until you get it right, and then you can do it without thinking."Thakkor took a drink of his beer, and then wiped the foam from his closely cropped beard and mustache, having learned early in the evening that Alicia found the sight of foam in his facial hair amusing to a point that she couldn't ignore it. "Never really thought about it. It's been a long time since. Without a word, he reached down and kissed her, gently at first, but she responded immediately and opened her lips to him. He smelt wonderful so close up, very masculine and he knew how to kiss! She felt his tongue slip into her mouth and then their tongues were entwined. He pulled her tight to her, she locking her arms around his broad shoulders. His hands began to run through her thick hair and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her body. His hands moved down her body.