I want you to taste the juices from my climax. The motion of my hips and my hands guiding your head tell you that I am about to cum. As my juices begi... to flow I can tell that your tongue is there to catch as much of the taste as you can. You then begin to work your way up my body with your tongue gliding against my smooth skin. I feel your hardness slipping into me. I love the way you feel inside me and the art of the way you make love to me. It feels as if we are lost in each other as we make. She knew she wouldn’t last long, and finger fucked herself until she couldn’t take it anymore and she was cumming, squeezing her boobs harder and moaning into her pillow so her mother and father wouldn’t hear her. After she regained her wits, she got up and took a quick shower, ate dinner with her parents, threw some clothes into a bag, and told her parents she was staying at her friend’s house for the night. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow,” she said as she walked out the front door. Her. They actually tell me that while it's happening." Oh my god that's so fucking hot!" I responded (the booze was clearly loosening my conversational filter!) "You must love hearing that... knowing that you're owning them!" Absolutely. That's the total thrill of it. Knowing I could have her all night if I wanted. Knowing that she's risking it all to be with me... and at that moment, I do own her. She wants me more than she wants her own husband."It's very hot and very satisfying. Not just for me. If the SS archaeologists came I was to put them up at Viking Point, nothing else. And in the end they never came." "So why did you have me, mother?" War or no war, life goes on. Nobody ever suspected. I received news that my family had been killed in an air raid and so I thought I might even settle here after the war ended." Well, lucky for you there's an amnesty for Nazi spies nowadays, mother. You know they'd have hanged you if you'd been caught, don't you? Well, I have to hand it to you,.