She moaned as my crotch slapped into her with the impact.Chelsea started plopping back down each time I thrust into her, increasing the force of our i...pact. I thrust faster and faster, and she matched my quickening rhythm. We crashed into each other, faster and faster, our moans getting louder as we picked up speed.“Oh fuck; that’s it, Charlie,” she moaned, digging her nails into my chest.I spanked her ass hard in response and thrust that much faster, her gawking voice and gaping mouth driving. Dolma, as prepared in the Sultana’s kingdom, were grape leaves that were stuffed with a mixture of rice and minced beef, and flavored with a rich mix of spices, and cooked in olive oil. They were served with sauteed carrots and fried potatoes on the side. The emissary politely stuffed himself while he waited, pretending that his diet didn't matter when on state business.A maid who appeared to be from a northern land because of her unusually light skin brought in a veiled painting. She placed it. I pulled gently away. ‘You like girls?’ I asked her. ‘I like you,’ she replied, and I couldn’t help noticing that her nipples had visibly grown and hardened under her slip. I touched them and she moaned softly, throwing her head back in response. ‘I think we’d better go to bed, don’t you?’ I suggested. ‘Yes, please,’ she said, and followed me eagerly, when I climbed between the crisp white sheets. Our bodies entwined, and I let my tongue-stud play over her super-sensitive nipples, making her. I grunted as I shot my load but grunted louder as the feeling intensified for a second. I managed to look at her and her smile grew as I finished my grunts.Sometimes I didn't like the noises I made during my orgasms. They sounded too much like a caveman. The screams were okay, but the grunts were too undignified. But I couldn't help it so I usually lived with them.We rested for a moment with her hugging me before I slipped off. She loved to snuggle afterwards, which I usually didn't mind. This.