The wind making it look like a nest of snakes was in her hair. Leanan’s eyes blazed as she stepped closer, her hand outstretched.“It’s ours, Cat...erine,” she whispered. “This moment belongs to us, embrace it, savour it. I made you, Catherine. You are mine.”Catherine shook her head. “No it’s not true, It isn’t,” she begged.“You didn’t really think it was your talent that suddenly made those editors want your work. It was us.” Leanan stepped closer. “It’s always been us. I am your Muse.”Catherine. My eyes began to water as Dave somehow sustained the pace of the throat fucking he gave me, and I knew my mascara would be beginning to run down my face. Concerned at what I would look like when he was done with me, I let out a long, low groan of frustration at both Dave's disregard for my need to return to my husband and the series of events that had brought me there; squatting down in a slinky red cocktail dress while a drunken man I wasn't married to pounded his fat dick in and out of my. The stranger pulled back again, and his eyes twinkled as he let go of my face.“Well, well, well. It was as nice as I’d thought it would be.” he said.I stared at him blankly. He seemed quite confident in himself. It bordered on cockiness.“Was it as good for you, Princess?” His eyes almost danced now. I’ve never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn’t matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This. I lowered my chin to an erogenous area, a spot just above her pussy and I pressed down. She moaned as I lowered my mouth to her sweet spot, as I separated her pussy lips with my fingers. I lightly flicked my tongue across the hood that covered her clit and she wiggled her hips back and forth, biting down on her lower lip. I slipped my tongue in and out of her pussy, alternating between sucking, licking and using my fingers to heighten her feelings. Her moans grew louder and I was sure that at.