I am out of breath as I reach the plateau. I want to stay at that plateau forever. Faster and faster, his legs around me stiffen, his body muscles cle...ch, his buttocks squeeze on my shaft, oh I am so turned on, just one more thrust, one more pant, one more moan and I thrust myself in as far as I can thrust, with each thrust making us emptier than before.Not wanting to stop, I take his penis in my hand, it has lost its erection, but I take it in my mouth and gently work it up once again. Precum. The Internet Juke Box in the private booth allowed her to quickly choose the three songs she would use for this session. The theme in each song was the joy of female masturbation. You know the songs, you've played them once or twice yourself. The woman smiled and sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the booth. Had she done this before?She moved and grooved and bopped along to the music in front of the woman, watching the enjoyment on her face. With each gesture and self touch her own. He had an FHM magazine featuring her from the early 00's which he said needed spraying. I was easy and agreed, I had enjoyed a good few wanks to Carmen, over her sexy body and tits. My bud was a big fan and had been for many years so he was very keen to see her doubled up.Getting the meet arranged for Carmen wasn't as easy as the others we had previously, during this period we were both busy and finding free time for a lengthy session was proving difficult for both of us. We were only were. They hovered, awaiting Maseryk's decision as to what each spirit would do, and hoping the stern but morally plagued sorcerer would grant one of them release from this plane of existence to complete its journey to the Underworld and maybe find a path to Kreu-Garra's Hall of Valor.Maseryk looked at the first spirit sternly, frowning in anger. "What was your name and station in life?" he asked even as one of the other spirits, the one longest in his service, brought him an ancient wand of awesome.