She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder. She was happy – happy for finding him, happy for the way the...night turned out, happy for the way things were going, and even happy for the little unexpected encounter with Kyle in the middle of the night. She didn’t want this to end, but she also knew this was just the beginning. Hopefully the beginning of something great. And if the way things have gone thus far, she was feeling very hopeful that things. Aquee, moved like an alpha wolf entering the den. His every stride spoke of hidden power beneath his cloak and tight black leggings. The heels of his boots, more fit for the field than for marble floors clicked irrepressibly upon the marble in the silence of the hall. He refused to allow himself to smile, keeping his face as cold and solid as the stone of the hall. With a wave of his exposed fist that clenched his black leather gloves, he drove a scurrying servant and his tray of wine from his. But then this never affected our friendship but she use to get more comfortable with me. And we also use to flirt a lot. And both would enjoy these naughty flirts. Once we were studying in a room; public room like a trading room in a college (many people use to study there). She was a bit tired and she put her head down and went to sleep. She was wearing a t-shirt with a bit deep cut and when she bent her cleavage was showing with a white bra. And people were watching. Obviously her fault; her. I could feel the veins in his cock as he slowly fucked me. I had no idea who or if anyone was watching I was in complete bliss. From time to time I would reach back and grab his hip and pull him to me or reach back and play with his nipples which always got a reaction from him. We had lost track of all time in that corner. After a while he started to pick up the pace a little bit and push a little harder which felt completely amazing. He pulled me up to him with his cock still buried in me.