They usually stayed in the basin that was high in the mountains, Stonetalon Peak. This one, however, had come south to hunt goblins and the Horde; whe... Garad had started tracking him earlier this afternoon, the thing that had caught his interest was a mangled troll body. It was a pity; he would have preferred it to be a goblin that had met the claws of the cat that day, but what was done was done, and now he was hunting the cat, for sport more then anything. That was what he was telling himself. We'd made a great choice of hotels and an even better choice of suites, ours was at the rear, away from the noise of the bars and clubs and the spacious private balcony overlooked the world famous desert like sand dunes of Mas Palomas.She looked stunning as we went down for dinner on our first night on the island, a simple white sundress clung seductively to her body, accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips without actually revealing anything, but hinting at the total nudity beneath. When she reached her home, the old wooden porch gave out a slight creak as she stepped up onto it. A quick fumble with her keys and she entered her home. ‘Hello Winston. How was your day today?’ A large tabby cat greeted her at the front door, rubbing his face along her ankles. Inside her home the blinds were pulled down halfway, giving the house a semi-dark Goth like appearance, a cross between twilight and dusk. A stack of Cosmopolitan magazines was spewed out across the coffee table,. “I don’t have a condom.”“It’s OK, I’m on the pill.” I lied but I wasn’t about to go back to the house for a condom.“Not that I could get you pregnant anyway. I was fixed.” he chuckled. I straddled his lap, guiding his throbbing cock to the entrance of my wet young hole. The heat of his skin against mine as I rubbed the tip back and forth on my slit.“Tell me you want it you little fucking whore.”“Oh I want it. I want it so fucking bad.” his hands were on my hips, preventing me from impaling.