Her body still functioned, she still had monthly periods. It was one of the ways she kept track of time now, though there were seasons, they weren’t...the same or as definitive. It snowed for three days and yet the flowers continued to flower, the air temperature felt comfortable, there was no need to dress in layers and layers. She had been talking to two elf-maids on the third day when it stopped and had suddenly jumped up and rushed outside to make a snow man. For an instant they thought she. I mean that in more then his looks. Which are fabulous. He is all dark hair and darker eyes, healthy tan and healthier leaner body which, by the way, comes WELL equipped. But like I said its more then that, he’s the American dream. From Trent Summit, son of a jeweler to New York City, poster boy for an international precious stones conglomerate.(I told you it got better.) His arms incased my waist and he brought his face down to mine. ‘Hi.’ He said in that way of his that makes things low in me. He knew he wasn’t done even after the orgasm. After cumming it was easy for him to fall into a crouch, positioned as she was at the edge of the couch, his face was only inches away from her filled and sloppy pussy. ‘Well?’ she asked expectantly, looking down at him between her spread legs. Castor hesitated for only a moment. He might never have this chance again. She might be the only woman willing to let him eat a creampie and then the opportunity would be gone forever. She might even dump him. It is clear She has gone again."I'm glad you are enjoying yourself Mistress. You are going to taste fantastic later..." DM remarks casually as He moves behind fenris. DM keeps massaging him with one hand while He reaches down and then up between his legs to find his cock hard against his pelvis. DM feels his shaft twitch strongly as He pulls it down and backwards so that it points down, bracing it in place against the hard wooden frame. The pleasured/pained groans of the sub increase as his.