He gently sucks my nipples then nips them to make them harder before He soaps them and watches my face for any lusty reactions … I watch His hands a... they move down my body and He soaps and washes my pussy, spreading my legs for His easy access, then feeling His fingers in my pussy I gasp … “Turn around, my slut,” He says softly. I turn and He places His hand on my back pushing me to bend over. I bend and feel the water hitting my arse. It feels soft. Then He starts to wash my arse, two. His endurance was phenomenal and when he did cum, he could keep on going. He destroyed my wet cunt and pumped it until the early morning, as we made love for what turned out to be nearly 7 hours straight. His cock had filled all of my holes and his sperm had saturated my vagina, when he came inside of me for the fourth time, before we both fell asleep. I woke up the next morning and grabbed a cigarette, before I even got out of bed. I lit it up and took a deep drag as I looked over to see my. All I could think about was Tamsin and butterscotch coffee. The rest of that week passed like a restless dream, a series of vague, unconnected and largely meaningless events revolving around the central mystery of the woman from Artemisia Antiqua. The website turned out to be a very classy setup selling valuable antique artifacts, coins, statuettes, jewels, vases, tribal art and jade from almost every one of the world’s ancient cultures. Her picture was there, smiling enigmatically from the. ” I moaned. “This feels so good.” “Just wait.” He said as he kissed his way down my stomach. The lower he pulled my shorts, the lower his kisses went until they were just above the waistband of my panties. “Just like I said before, if you want me to stop, just say the word. I want you to want this as much as I do, and I won’t settle for less than that.” He slowly pulled my panties down, his mouth following them. He gently separated my clean-shaven lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting my.