Marcus never realized how cruel Death could be until he opened his eyes in the afterlife, and saw that she was there with him. He struggled to voice h...s objection. She gently kissed his brow, and told him he needed to rest. She gave him a cool drink, and the darkness took him again. Several times, Marcus woke in the afterlife, and she sent him back into the darkness. It took him far too long to realize that Pluto, the god of the underworld, had turned him away. Living is its own challenge. It. He was no longer with them for the moment. Where he'd gone, she couldn't predict. She just knew he was no longer there.She wrapped herself around him lovingly, knowing that he'd be back soon, and wanted to make sure he knew she loved him when he did return. She didn't know what the outcome of all of this would be, but she knew he needed to deal with it once and for all. She was now his woman, and there was no need for emotional pain surrounding either of his two old friends. They should be able. She pushed her wet excited snatch into his face and smothered him with the musky exudations of arousal. She masturbated his rod with trembling hands while she yummied his balls and teased her frisky tongue back into the crack of his ass.His soulful "Ahhhhs" and the twitching of his stiffened body told her that she was doing a good job. But then, she already knew about most of this stuff! What she had in store for him was the surprise treat he had demanded.He mouthed her to a moaning climax. His. Taking the bottle, she looks at my shoulder and asks, “Is that a tattoo?” Looking at my sleeve, the bottom part of it is displayed past the cuff. Pulling up the sleeve, I showcase a nine-tailed wolf.“Oh wow,” she coos, “when did you get that?”“When I was in college.”“Does it mean anything?”“No,” I lied, “I just thought it looked cool.”She smiled and giggled a little, like she just had a peak at a Christmas present. “I’m looking to get a tattoo myself.”“Really?” I feign interest, shuffling.