Hunting, trying to feed her hungers she killed and ate till she was full and yet hungers still drove her. With a burst of speed from her swimming she ...eft the water like a dolphin, yet never stopping the leap, her great wings snapped open with the sound of thunder. Water streamed off her scales and fell like sparkling jewels back to the sea. Great wings lashed the sky driving her ever faster, ever higher as if in a race to reach the sun, always tracking its great light. On the horizon appeared. I wanted to feel how soft they are. I wanted to feel those hard tits over those soft mountains. I wanted to suck them. She looked at me one more time. I got back to my senses and came back to my routine exercises. She moved to trade mill then. I wanted her. Yes I wanted to give myself a chance. I should at least talk to her. I jumped onto trade mill next to her. I can never forget that bouncing ass from behind. that ass. It’s so damn soft moment you feel it u realize you never want to leave. In fact, I call my husband “Rock,” as in “rock hard cock.” Ultimately, my mood is irrelevant and the places I have it limits my choices. But I still always want it. My husband Rock likes to describe his role in our lives like this: Imagine a zealous and perpetually horny but clueless and incompetent pimp who falls in love with his one and only whore. He wants her always in whore mode and whores her out, but almost always forgets to charge for her services. He enjoys getting her properly used -. I walked into Nikita’s room and asked her to get ready to go to the wedding in an hour’s time and I went and to have my bath.Then in between my bath I heard a cry coming from Nikita’s room and she began yelling help! help! I thought she must have fallen down or hurt herself badly and rushed to her room with just a towel around my waist and water dripping all around. I did not care to knock and just barged in to see Nikita standing there in black shorts and half naked with her arms Cris-crossed.