Its speed was enough to preclude any attempt at escape. I counted seconds, listening to the furious sound and its accompanying mass of water come clos...r and closer. I was afraid. Any sane man would be afraid if a five-hundred-year-old sorceress was trying to kill him. But being afraid is not the same as having lost the battle, and after sleeping among insects, a few drops of water weren’t enough to cow me. Unless I died, of course, a distinct, if rather unlikely, possibility. The water could. .so..." Fuck, Nee—la!"His hands roamed from neck to shoulders, along her curves and underneath to bring her closer. She enfolded his neck with tightening arms.Her name escaped his lips in broken fragments: two exotic syllables delicious on his tongue. Sean savored it again and again."Neela," he praised; her gasp became a silent scream. Neela was a song, Neela was a goddess, Neela was the sacred river in which he was drowning and he would gladly do so to see her this way."Right there," she. Unfortunately, I need something easy to move in. Something that shows off the body instead of concealing it.“Oh, Yes. Let me introduce you to Madame Alysia.”She opened the back door, and we entered room where several women worked on dresses. Enchanted looms moved by themselves, and they altered the dresses by slicing open and reweaving the fabric. Mabel called an elegantly dressed older woman over.“Madame Alysia, this woman would like a dress that displays the body and doesn’t restrict. ’ He pushed his own pants down to his knees. He was already erect a thick slightly curved penis with a shiny purpled head. He spit in is hand and rubbed some saliva over the head, then he entered Kylie, he pushed himself inside. Kylie made a soft moan, and he reapplied the cloth to her face, until she was completely silent again. He started rocking his hips, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. ‘You see that?’ He asked Ann. When she didn’t react he kicked against one of her.