Father won’t. Fuck him.”The three laugh. “Fuck the king?” says Nick.“He’s my father. I can say it. Never do it of course. As if I would ev...r want to. I suggest you don’t, though, say it that is. I suppose you can fuck him if you want.”“He would like that?”“He likes his pleasure,” the young warrior shrugs. “But I’d rather you didn’t.”“As you wish, Princess.”“Don’t disappoint me.”“Have I already?”“Yes.”“You certainly haven’t.”“Good. I have heard of your people,” she addresses Matta.“My companion. She does it so well, so sensual, like french-kissing him. Her eyes open and close as she goes up and down. The skin slides just a bit as she takes it in, and I watch her lips bump a bit as they go over the helmet. "Ummmm", she whispers as she offers her mouth to his and my pleasure. "Do you like his cock, baby? Do you enjoy knowing that two men are here and they both crave your mouth? Spread your legs a bit, let that thong slide deep over your ass and pussy and beg for another cock."Looking in. ’ ‘D-dance,’ Allie stammered. ‘Yeah, dance,’ as he pulled her to her feet. He walked her towards the small dance floor in front of the stage, and pulled her close. Nic placed his hands on her waist, holding her loosely, at first. She felt that electric jolt again when he touched her. She placed her arms on his shoulders, and they slowly began to sway to the music. She smiled softly, and felt her lips sort of tremble, which she was sure, was from his touch igniting all her nerve endings on fire.. She had two huge cunt lips and a tight pussy. It was gripping my index finger as I finger banged her pussy. She was breathing heavier. She was wiggling her ass and holding on for dear life to the metal pole in front of her.I reached up with my left hand to grab her Zebra print purse. I tossed it back on my bike. I then leaned back to find a box cutter, I kept under the handle bars. I unclasp the box cutter from my bike. I reached with my left hand to pull her wet thong to the side. I pulled out.