Alex rolled away. This was no game. The little man was playing for keepsHe followed Alex relentlessly, holding his knife ready for the taste of blood....lex scuttled along on his back trying to get away, but the killer had him cornered and was closing in for the finish. He held his knife low, blade up. When he lunged, he came in low trying to make a horizontal stab into Alex's body.Rolling again, Alex evaded the knife for the second time. But just barely.He was breathing hard and the stones on. Up and down against my clit, until I arched up into him. I was actually aching for the feel of his cock inside me. His mouth trailed kisses down my neck and finally paused before latching onto a nipple. My nipples no longer wanted the attention and I craved him between my legs. He teased and loved it as I squirmed beneath him. ‘Patience, we have all night, there’s no need to rush.’ He began pressing kisses against my skin which felt flushed and hot and moved down where his tongued dipped into. She smiled, remembering Kasha’s saying: “A good skating performance is the most fun a person can have with their clothes on.” Coach always got upset when Kasha said that, but Katerina liked the saying, and always imagined her friend at such moments without his clothes, and ‘having fun.’ They had both traveled from their native Poland to Portland, Oregon, to train with Coach. There was no place like America to train. If one wished to attain a world- class. Her breathing sped up and she bent her head to look at what was happening between her legs. “Aaay, Aaaaaaaaaay, Eeeeeeeeeeeen,” she almost whistled as her delight began. Her pussy released and regained its tension over and over, like someone was pulling and letting go of that rubber band in a quickening rhythm, “Eeee, Eeeeeeee, Eee, oh god, aaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.” My mouth was greeted with a warm, wet trickle of pussy juice as the muscles squeezed her cum out. She was still.