And she felt pretty icky. Even if time did pass differently here, she didn’t know how much time had passed here. For all she knew, it could have bee... days—of this world’s time—since she last showered. So despite her misgivings, not to mention the lack of privacy, Cypress found herself climbing into the tub. And it felt as inviting as it looked, too. There was something in the water that made it feel like silk against her skin. ‘So, where is here, anyway?’ Cypress asked. After all, there was no. She pressed back, so that her ass was fully against my body. I let my right hand stay on her hip and gently touched her breast with my left hand. We were now standing pressed close to one another. My dick was throbbing against her firm fleshy ass, my hands caressed her tits and stomach and I gently nibbled at her ear. We remained like that for maybe ten, fifteen minutes before she broke away “lets get out of here”, she whispered,”I can always tell my husband we got lost in the crowd”. We. When my fingers and tongue both met their target, she let out a guttural, animal-like moan that hardened my already stiff cock. She was wet with perspiration, which was still dripping from her, but the unmistakable taste told me most of the moisture I was slurping was her juices, preparing for my entry. She pushed my head away and got down off the log. In a flash, she ripped my shorts and jock strap off me, and hungrily sucked my cock into her amazing mouth. She quickly began bobbing, sucking,. He asked for a pic of me kneeling. So, I had M take one. Me, on my bed, in my favorite t-shirt. I wasn’t making eye contact and it through him off. Is that something your master has trained in you? no, I just have a thing about eyes. So here’s the eye poetry.“I believe that eyes are windows to the soul. Mines broken (child hood traumas I’m finally starting to work through) so my soul is shattered into millions of pieces. Like shards of a smashed window on an icy night. Some blood stained. I.