I was barely aware of the sensation of her mouth cleaning my JT, sucking my balls and getting me from half hard to fully hard again to the point where...it hurt. As soon as she got me to this point she quickly got on all fours and I slotted in behind her and grabbed her love handles. What a great feeling with my stiff rod sliding in and out of her tight but slippery pussy. I then treated us both to a rhythm that I had read about in the Kama Sutra; pulling all the way out till my bell end was just. "Cynara!" he shouted as he drug her into his arms, twirling her about, "But where have you been?" he released her and put her at arms length, "And why are you dressed like that?" There's no time to explain," Cynara said urgently, "Where's Charlie?"Sanford looked at her strangely, "I think he's at a duel, but why did you leave? And where did you go? We've all been so worr—" his voice trailed off as he saw her pale face. "What's wrong?" I have to get there. Where's he dueling?" I don't know, but. She lays on her back open spread eagle. She is ready for me. She wants me. I want her. We want to be one and I insert my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She moans in pleasure as I thrusted my cock in and out of her wet tight hole. She wraps her legs around me. She holds me tight. She doesnt want to let me go. We didnt fuck long. We couldnt because we were so horny for each other. Tara moaned louder and loader as my huge rock hard cock slid in and out of her hot tight wet hole. Even though we. It whispered that sense of pseudo familiarity so many places did, a place where patrons thought they were known, but in truth, were just as nondescript as he had been in the courtroom. As he watched her order a drink he could tell she had that comfortable feeling of being at home, relaxed, off her guard. It would be too easy. He tapped her arm, stealthily inserted a smallish needle, she dropped like a rock. He intimated to the bartender he was her date, helped her up, half carried half walked.