He was my mate. He was the only man for me. What I did with Sophia the day before yesterday was shameful, even if it pleased Chaun. I shouldn't have d...ne it. Yes, she was a woman, but it was so close to breaking my marriage vows.And those were sacred, sworn to the God Luben during my dance.“Are you eager for my cock?” he asked, his hand sliding down my belly to my skirt. His fingers toyed with the waistband. He dipped one in, brushing my pubic hair.“Now?” I glanced at Thrak and Faoril. The mage. ' Your reply is simple, you don't object. 'Yes.'I cook us dinner and you arrive. There is tension in the air as we eat, our eyes meet across the table, there is an air of excitement as we both can't help but think about our dessert. Each other.I'm done. I push my plate aside and pick up my wine. I watch you as I drink it - under the table my foot slides up your legs and comes to rest between your legs, pushing against your cock teasingly. I smile as a low groan escapes your lips, you expression. After several moments of this exquisite treatment, the slut felt the map’s hand gliding back to her cunt. He rubbed over her pussylips and up to her clit. Gently massaging through her panties, his hand pressed on her clit and stroked the whole sensitive area. Before Sylvia knew what she was doing, she had thrust her cunt onto the man’s hand. Another moan shot from her throat. Growing ashamed of herself, she tried to stay in control of her body’s desires. She forced herself to remain still. It. ”She started to say she wasn’t flirting when he let go of her arms to put his hands under her skirt. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the metal box mounted behind her. Before she could even protest he had ripped her lace panties off and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He looked up in her brown eyes with a wicked grin as he slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet just from his touch that he met no resistance. She nearly melted against the wall as a moan escaped her lips.He.