I feel a long, heavy, velvety length press against my inner thigh and I spread my legs apart further, bending my left one up around his hip, pulling h...m down, closer to me. One of his hands slips into my hair and cradles the back of my head, as his other cups my thigh. I feel him momentarily as he lines himself up against me.I sway, feeling myself stretch and adjust to accommodate him. I can see the sinews in his arms and neck straining for control over his muscles as his eyes betray his mental. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her bright golden hair, cut in a short, almost boyish. She gave Master a glance for approval.“Now where were we in our discussion, Veronica?” He continued. “Noticing the nuances at first is essential, as we communicate at all times on two levels.”“Oui monsieur, the tone of voice, the expression, clothes, the ‘langue de corp’ or body language – all discovered in a few moments I think. The things that lead to attraction!”“Oh, please. Are we going to have a bohemian discussion about truth, beauty, freedom and love? Spare me, I am trying to eat!”. At this she screamed, she couldn't take it any longer. She tried to threaten him by saying: "Stop Brandon or I'll tell Mom." He kept thrusting his cock deeper in her and with another spank up her other cheek he comanded: "Shut up CUNT." She knew then it was no going back for him and that no threatening would work so she started begging him. "Please, Brandon, Stop, you are hurting me very much, oh, please stop." However, the more she begged the more furiously he thrust his cock up her ass and.