You don’t even go to the bathroom in a public place if they don’t go in first!You don’t take food or drink from anyone you don’t know personal...y. You never, ever take a drink that has been poured out of your sight. This means that if you get a coke, you get a new bottle or can, unopened.You don’t go places on a whim, like running to the store for some milk. You don’t go to bars and hang out and don’t even think about going to an outdoor concert.Your protective detail knows more about you than. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and hold them against my breasts. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the warmth of his skin against mine, the wetness that came from me riding him. He's getting close, "Not yet." I tell him. “I want you top again.” I wrap my legs around him and we roll over. He’s back to being on top. He continues to thrust against me. He doesn't notice or think anything of. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothed, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone. It felt wonderful to be this desired.He was in me with no regard for my pussy and only with regard for being in me. This turned me on and, because I was so wet (and, believe me, to my surprise), he was in with no resistance.He was pumping me deep and with all of his bodyweight collapsing on me with each thrust into me. He was pummeling me and my pussy and I loved every second of it.I came twice with him in me like this, but I don't think he noticed: he was a man on a mission, and his mission.