"Now just lie there and let me fuck you!"I didn't have much choice, but it was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, in spite of what she'd said, she didn'... fuck me, she made love to me, to my cock, she bent forward to kiss me, teasing my naked chest again by scraping her nipples across it.Her breath was warm, tasting of alcohol, her mouth wet, her tongue curious, her hips moved sensuously around in little circles in a way that I've only seen done by black girls disco dancing! She squeezed me and. But deep in my mind, the movement stirred me to remember what Renaud had done to me only a few short hours ago. I reached between my legs and started to play with my clitoris. This had the desired effect and very soon I lost awareness of my actual surroundings, losing myself in the memories of Renaud. I came very hard and fell forward onto the bed in a haze.When I came to, I could hear Panek in the shower, getting ready for work but I didn’t move, content to lie there, my mind with Renaud and. If I'm especially hard, it feels'tight,' like its straining against my own skin to get out. It's a wholeextra appendage, sticking out and getting in the way.Once I place it at the entrance to my wife's pussy, that's when thingsfinally start to feel "right." Her outer lips - especially if they'resmooth and puffy and excited, just hug the sides of it as I slide thelength along the outside. Once I slide in, there's a sense of "Oh,finally! That's just right." It's wet and warm. As she gets more. Laughing the queen looks at me and says “an assault on the queens guard is like an assault on the queen herself.” I look over to my wife and see her body covered in welts, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes. “12 lashes remain, my queen”. One of the guards states.“Bring him to the foot of the throne”, Queen Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the queen. I am pushed to my hands and knees in front of the queen, her legs still open and her dress up. Face.