I offered her a paper napkin. She seemed a little surprised when I handed it to her, but took it and wiped her face clean. She blew her nose and threw...the napkin in the trash. ‘Thanks,’ she said hoarsely. ‘You’re welcome,’ I answered. I half expected her to start telling me her life’s sad story, now that we had broken the ice, but instead she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair, as if she was going to sleep. I felt a little rejected. I looked at the window, but I didn’t. Whenever he'd pull out I'd back up into him, needing his thickness inside me. It was amazing.His thrusting became more rhythmic and deep and he'd pull out long enough to taste my hole before he'd replace his cock. Then he turned me over onto my back and I spread my legs, gripping him and pulling him into me. He sucked on my nipples and worked my cock with his hand, which had become so lubed with precum that I thought I had pissed myself.My panting and moaning only seemed to make him harder."If. So often in the night she would be awoken by her cellmate's soft moans as she stroked her crotch or nipples, perhaps unaware that Sister Divine might also have sleepless nights. This knowledge was not something that she would ever divulge to her cellmate. It was surely between Sister Admonition and the confessional whatever lustful thoughts she harboured, as her warm bare flesh lay so close beside her.Every morning, she and Sister Admonition would administer to each other the rites of. Jon peeled his leggings off and tossed them to the side, exposing his large, throbbing cock to the air as he wrapped a hand around it and thought of Felicia’s long, red hair. He stroked himself, thinking ruefully of the Catian’s predilection for porn. The thought made him want to laugh aloud: what use was porn on a planet like this? They were so sexually liberated it was astonishing they didn’t simply go out in the nude. With the way Felicia moved, the way she smiled, Jon did not lack for.