“Such a sweet cunt,” he growled. “You are wasted as a knight. You belong on the arm of a powerful man.”“I am powerful,” I gasped, fantasie... of holding the High King's sword over my head danced through my head. In them, the Doge knelt before me and begged to pleasure me. He would worship the High King's heir. “So powerful.”My orgasm hit its peak. My vision fuzzed. In my fantasy, Sophia stood at my side as I held the High Kings sword and stood triumphant over the dead dragon. I would win awe. I. That only him and hisclose friend were there, also opened him up to be more daring. Thattaking a chance to fall on his face will only lead to having a helpinghand to get him up. Even with this knowledge, Greg K. was not going tobecome a full-time early bird. Waking up early will be a once in a whiletreat to himself.During a break Eck opened up on why coming to the skatepark this early ona Saturday was important to him. The east coast transplant shared Greg K.stories about the Saturday Morning. His tongue darted out and touched her clit. She flinched at the sudden contact. He stroked it in small, slow circles, increasing the pressure ever so slightly with each time around. He could feel her muscles starting to quiver, and he grinned in satisfaction.With his face, he nudged her legs farther apart. Holding her swollen nub gently between his lips, he sucked tenderly and pressed his tongue against it. Her soft mewling sounds of pleasure only increased his desire and made him want her. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, wiping the excess moisturizer in a place he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. Her puckered asshole looked so inviting. The brown color around her hole was so obscene, it's something a woman never showed to a man. Even in porn they were bleached. Her tiny hole opened up a fraction, she was spreading her ass cheeks that wide."You can do anything you want," she encouraged him while she caught her breath, smiling at him. But with her hands.