But I was getting pleasure from her scratches.After scratching me for some time, she slowly stopped. The next moment she wrapped me in her arms and I ...new she was going to cum.I increased my pace and she was breathing heavily. Her nails almost pierced my skin, and she started to cum. There were tears in her eyes. I stopped a bit, wiped her tears, and kissed her. She kissed me back. It was turning me into a wild animal.I started fucking my didi. She again started moaning loudly. I was fucking. The shrill tones of bellowed warnings suddenly echoed from the cavern below them, sending unpleasant chills down their spines."Undine!" Vivian exclaimed, letting go of Nicholas's hand and sprinting over to where they'd parked the car before hitting the concealed latch that would spring the trunk open."Hold on!" her husband called as loud as he could, leaning over the guardrail and bellowing for all he was worth, only to have his call be answered by a loud angry sound."They're in trouble!" he. Figuratively or literally. ‘Yeah I’ll give you your damn help,’ he retorted. Might not be the help you are looking for right now little miss, but I’ll damn sure help you he allowed himself to indulge. With that, he began his tired trudge downstairs, decked out in what he had begun to call his ‘Robe of Despair’. A tattered old mess of green rag missing its cloth belt from one to many stumble-bum trips into the bathroom followed by haphazard dunks in toilet water as it hung too low to begin. ’ Kristine begged, her hips moving restlessly. ‘Why?’ Eric asked, briefly pulling his mouth from the intoxicating play at her breast. ‘You like it, and so do I, there’s nothing wrong in sharing pleasure.’ ”Tis a sin.’ Kristine cried, her back arched, pushing her full breasts further into his mouth. ‘I’m to be married.’ Eric pulled his head back, his eyes dangerously smoldering. Belatedly Kristine recalled what he’d said the night before, and knew her mistake. ‘Precisely.’ he said, his teeth.