I was aware of my long blonde hair flowing around my shoulders, the tug of the earrings on my ears. I felt the strain of my breasts against the white ...otton shirt. Nervously, I tugged at the hem of the red leather skirt with my red nailed fingers, trying to cover the tops of my sheer black stockings. I felt restricted by the tightness of the corset and the height of the stiletto heels. I wanted to run for the door but knew that I couldn't. We drank some glasses of white wine in silence. Then. Right now though time was of the essence. He drove into her more forcefully, driving ever deeper, his cock tip pounding against her cervix. ‘Speak the words Millicent and I’ll fill your sweet pussy,’ Palmus said through clenched teeth. Millicent had to concentrate in order to remember the words. Palmus’ cock pounding into her always made her cum, and she would let herself go with wild abandon, dismissing all thought except their pleasure. Tonight she knew nothing but pure concentration as she. Secondly, the seriousness they regard their work with. Thirdly, expressed most often after a hard day's work, the dwarves' love of strong drink. Strong, short, stout and sturdy, the dwarves are noted for being one of the few races to have a species-wide sense of modesty on par with that of humans.Gnome society can be best described as controlled anarchy. They're all amazing inventors, subterranean farmers (Nuderian gnomes live in rabbit-like warrens, but don't describe it that way to them) and. Samantha moved her finger further under her pantyline at the thought,touching the little nodule of her clit and pulling at the wisp of hair surrounding it, conceding that in the case of her father, Marlene might have a point. Then suddenly her father bent down to touch his toes, and Samantha almost gasped aloud at what her father displayed. She got a full on glorious view of his bum crack, now seemingly more like a canyon covered with an unruly forest of hair, and filling the gap between.