Now get moving, buster. My stomach waits for no man."I climbed out of the bed, smoothing my dress and running fingers through perpetually tangled hair... he shrugged into a tunic – it's a shame to cover all those muscles! – and declared himself ready. I took a deep breath, reached out for his hand, and headed into the hall.We walked down to the main hall hand-in-hand, me skipping along to keep pace with his long legs. I didn't mind, though – I really was hungry. Eamon's eyes widened when we. Her pussy hair was brown and slightly wet. I loved the sight of it. I remarked on the beauty of her hairy pussy She smiled. I then asked her if she ever wore a bikini and let her pussy hair be exposed on the outersides of her bikini bottom. She said, "Yes, and I love the attention I get." She continued, "Even though I'm showing my pussy hair, I like to see guys reactions and I like to see their cocks as they look at my hair.One time,a guy kept passing by me and it was evident he was looking. “Can we get some more? For some reason, the bloke riding in my head seems excited by them.”Bette giggled. “The crystals provide magical people with more power. You can charge them up with light and heat and um...” she trailed off as she looked at him with embarrassment and blushed. “Well, it’s said that sex can recharge magicians or so I’ve been told.”Gazza looked at her inflamed cheeks and felt his cock respond. ‘Not now, I don’t want to scare her off,’ he thought and tried to will his cock. „It gets steeper shortly.“Up and up we went and now I could see that Maid Maximum was beginning to strain. Her breathing was faster and there were occasional groans of effort.Ingrid began to ply the whip with greater frequency.Flick! Flack!Flick! Flack!Flick! Flack!The big, jouncing bottom seemed to absorb it without apparent concern. But of course, it must have stung painfully.„Come on, Maxi,“ urged Ingrid, „you can make it!“ ‘Maxi’ must have been a kind of nickname, I realized.Flick!.