So not even the gallons of cum I pumped up my hubby’s boypussy could have drained my balls. “Oh, of course, baby!” I reached my arms around ...im and pulled him tight, then kissed him deeply. In the car we were fucking somewhat out of love, and somewhat for the sake of fucking, but this time would be different. This time we weren’t going to fuck… this time, we were going to make sweet, sweet love. As our kissing got more and more intense, our embrace got tighter and tighter. I could hear. “Oh fuck, I’m so close,” I moan out, trying to keep myself from collapsing with my legs barely able to hold myself up. “Do it for me, you filthy girl. You know you've wanted this.” His words ring true, though I had no idea who he was. I've wanted this all along. I gasp, and my knees buckle with the pulsating waves of pleasure shaking through me as I begin to orgasm. “Oh shit, oh shit, please don’t stop,” I beg him. I can’t get enough. He doesn't slow down; he’s wicked with my pussy. He fucks it. I sure as hell wasn't going to explain me romancing Anders in DA2; explaining that there was a DA2 had been difficult enough, back in Denerim. Though a small, petty part of me wanted to tell Alistair in hopes that it would hurt him. I quashed that part ruthlessly; I was not going to turn into some harridan because I was spurned."So, anyway, you're going to have to use the rite of conscription. Greagoir's already mostly convinced he's a maleficar; he will never let him go otherwise."Tomas looked. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by large, long brown nipples. I immediately understood why her k**s were strong and healthy, she clearly could keep them satiated. I.