“He treated me like his personal whore.”Kelly let out a loud breath as she squeezed his balls tighter.“I lost count of how many times I came. I ...hink I passed out once or twice. It was that good.” Her thumb rolled over Kelly's dickhead and he groaned.“What did he make you do?” Kelly said with a moaning.Cleo ground her body tighter against him and she pumped his dick faster.“He didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. Crave to do. For him. I'm going to do it again. And again.” Her hips. ” The gnome smirked, as if he had more tricks up his sleeve.While everyone momentarily paused, the gnome continued, “There is a powerful surge of magic in this area, centered on Tensia. We will leave once we find what we came for.”“What’s in it for us to just leave?” Fender yelled from the distance.The gnome chuckled. “Your lives, of course,” he said. “But let me sweeten the pot a little.”The gnome reached inside his robe, and pulled out a bulging sack of gold. It wasn’t clear where that sack. I clamped him in me and savoured the delicious feeling, like being full after a fabulous meal. He started to move rapidly between my legs, ever deeper into my yearning body. I don’t know what it is about ‘holiday romances’ but, whether you stay together or not, the memories of the fucking always seem more virile than your stay-at-home boyfriend’s efforts. Maybe it's the lack of implied commitment or just that I’m just a slut? I couldn’t keep my noises down any more. He fucked me on the sink,. She went on to say he was talking about moving out there. Pinky liked her job and was not planning on doing any moving. Boy she was fired up by the morning, sending texts like so fast, that I waited to responded. It got to the point that I didn't bother until I knew she was done. She finally stopped with the last next saying she was clocking out and heading home. Well there went the morning time, but I understood her thinking. My wife talked about moving out by her parents place couple times,.