My fingers bit into his flesh every time. I clawed his back, sharing my passion with him as I groaned into his chest.“Gewin's cock!” Thrak buried ...nto me. “Faoril! Gods, yes!”His heavy balls smacked my flesh. His cock erupted. The flood of his hot cum filled me. I shuddered. I squeezed my thighs tight about his waist as he spilled in me. Wonderful heat flooded through my body.He loved me. He loved me.Tears spilled from my eyes. I clutched him as I cried for Relaria again. And he held me. The. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal world. Nor should anyone try the tortures depicted in this story inthe real world. This is only fantasy treat it as such. If you have any problems separating reality from fantasy then do notread this story or any other story I write in this literary. They took in the scene, nervously watching everyone, but they didn’t delay. The others in Al’s group followed their captain, blocking him from the agents’ weapons.As they passed behind Agent Evens, Al held his thumb up. “Thanks, I’m in no shape to dodge bullets today.”Jonathon flinched, his hand lowering slightly. The two agents crouched lower, their fingers resting on their triggers.“Don’t even consider it,” Frank warned. “You’ll never get close.”“Do something, Buddy,” Jonathon said, turning. She used her fingers to gently pull back the leg of his shorts, and the cock slid into full view. She ran her finger along the edge of the shorts, tucking them around and under his warm balls to keep them out of the way. She smiled with pleasure as she felt the tight leather strap wrapped around the base of his balls and shaft. She adored the taste of leather.Stilling her hands on his thighs, she licked her lips and looked up at him. He was watching her through half-closed eyes, a slight smile.