His hands were harsh, punishing as he pulled her up against his body, his mouth slanting over hers hard, crushing her lips with his own even as his to...gue thrust into the deep, moist cavern within. His fingers were rough as rubbed over the caftan like weave that draped over her body even as his intent made it disappear. The murmur of approval coming from Sarah as his mouth moved roughly, wetly over the curve of her throat to her breasts had him groaning, even as his fingers curved under her. Keep those tits on the car slut. Yes Professor. she answered and arched her back so as to press her breasts firmly against the hood. As Jake plowed her she struggled to keep her breasts on the hood, finally she could not sustain the pose any longer and she allowed herself to raise up just slightly. I told you to keep those on the car. You disobeyed me. Jake pulled out from her dripping cunt and took a step back. NO! NO! Im sorry, Im so sorry. Please keep going. Jake smiled. He had done it.. We lay there, side by side, naked, her head on my chest, my hand cupping her breast and hers cupping my balls. She said, “I think I need something more to drink.” “I have another bottle of wine in the cooler,” I answered, trying to get up. “No need!” she said as her head slid down over my belly and her lips pursed as they came in contact with my helmet. “This will do just fine.” Her mouth opened just enough to slip it in and she sucked on it, draining the pre-cum that had formed at the slit.. D. I was Monk Alanus at the Monastery of Lindisfarne when a fleet of strange looking boats sailed up to our island. Out of the boats came fierce looking men armed with axes, swords, picks and multi colored shields. I also noticed several were very large women who carried lighter swords and shields, I would later learn the men were called “Vikings” and the women were called “shield-maidens”. These Vikings slaughtered most of my fellow monks, and took anything of value from our monastery. They.