"Yes, that is good." Irina returned to her chair. "Riccardo, you play well."He looked up at her, smiling ever so slightly. Was it at her use of his re...l name, or from the praise, she didn't know. She could tell he didn't think she was happy, but she didn't press the issue. She wouldn't often be telling him how well he played. Praise was a minimal motivator unless used judiciously."You play well, but you cannot guess," she repeated. "You must think about the music you play. Every note is. She replied with a kiss on my lips and said, she loves me for this”She rested her head on my chest and we both went to sleep, after a couple of hours, I felt something and then realized it was pooja who was kissing me on my chest, playing with my nipples. I help her face in my arms and kissed her on lips and asked” what happened”. She replied” that she is feeling something which she had never felt.I knew that she is looking for more as she experienced the 1st orgasm of her life few hours back.I. She seemed to acknowledge my advice, and her breathing relaxed. At that point, I believe her soul broke just as her sphincter did a second earlier. First, her entire body went limp. Then, she raised her head, with both arms back around my neck, and looked up at me. While looking directly in my eyes, she said "fuck my ass… don't hold back. Show me how you and Tom are going to fuck it together.". Upon hearing that, I just let go. I started fucking a lot harer,moving both my dick and the dildo in. Icy water drips from the braid, recent sleet white on the windward side of the hemp.A tall man in a black suit, covered by an impressive coat, stands beside the noose. His cold fingers inspect the rope, his face turning to the roadway as an open wagon rumbles into the area, and across the now swampy grass. His expression might be interesting, were his entire face not covered with a black mask. Snow sticks momentarily to this as well, providing unexpected details as to the shape under it. Dark.