Cyrene thrust her tongue in, stroking the hard ridges of its roof, and sweeping hot caresses against his seeking tongue. His muscles bulged under her ...andering hands. She teased with the light scrape of her nails over the soft skin of his ass, she tortured as she ran her fingers through the dark strip of hair. She purposely touched everywhere, except where he needed her to touch him, anticipating Mark punishing her with the most mind blowing sexual experience of her life for provoking him. So,. She gently lifted my t-shirt, and I took it off while she got rid of her tank top. And we resumed back to kissing.She was sliding down her fingers, tracing patterns on my back. While I resumed my same fun. I ran my hand down on her back to under her panties, squeezing her bums. She was caressing my bulge over the joggers, and that was driving me to a horny madness.I pulled her shorts and panties down. She tossed them into the corner of the room with her leg. She inserted her hand into my pants. At the exact center of the plain, the two pairs of archenemies met, eyeing each other with millennia's worth of mistrust and hatred. "Our King commands us to be here," the taller and bulkier of the Dwarves greeted them in his harsh, dry voice, making it quite plain he would rather be swinging the huge axe on his back at them than speaking peacefully. "We were ordered to inform your priests that the Meerzuar have come to the mountains. The city of Xeuxondra stands as a haunted place now, our. If you like, I'll drive," I offered."Don't you and Adam have some kind of commitment at Bushie's Off-Road?" Walt asked."We'll be done in plenty time for that," I assured Walt. "In fact, he can come along if he wants. Is he there?" No, he just left for swim workouts," Walt explained. "Actually, he left a bit earlier than usual. Is everything OK between you two?" I hope so," I replied. "Shall we meet at seven tomorrow morning, then? That'll leave time for breakfast." Sure, that'll be fine," Walt.