Suddenly her knees give out and she collapses onto the mat. What a cliché, I think. Taking a woman on an animal skin rug in front of a roaring fire. ... continue to mercilessly fondle her, savouring the smell of her sex, her mons wet in my hand. Some say doing a woman well is an art form. To my mind it’s more about experience and I intend to apply all of mine over the coming night. By the time she leaves tomorrow she will know what it is to be fully used by a man. She is breathing heavily and. " I know what I'm doing," you protest. More importantly, there's supposedly mountains of treasure if you manage to survive deep enough into it. If you make it, you'll be swimming in riches and glory. That provides all the motivation you need.Apparently, he realises this. "Look, I can't just give the location away. It's a secret for a reason - every time I have this conversation with someone, it turns out to be the last. All of them were older than you, more experienced." He smirks. "More. Unfortunately, I had been reading his little Greenleaf novels for days now and I wanted nothing more than to be fucked long and hard. I wanted to scream it out loud. But then, I suppose that it was obvious how horny I was. I'm sure that was just the thing he was looking for in a slave.I felt his eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast. This was an entirely new experience for me. There is something both stimulating and demeaning about being naked in the presence of,. He looked me in my eyes smiled and kissed me. Our lips met, tongue to tongue and I was immediately turned on. I pulled him into an empty room away from the other party guest and we continued to kiss, more sexually than passionately. He held on to my round ass not letting me go, squeezing each booty cheek and continuing to kiss me. I was so into it not even realizing that my top was completely unbuttoned and exposing my full breast. He continued to kiss me and I was enjoying it but being so.