You weren't ready for her, you shouldn't of been trying to get your wick wet." But Jubilee, what if Rusty did like frying prostitutes? What if he got ...ff burning them from inside until they died in such agony? Is that not wrong?" Rachael pleaded.Flippantly Jubilee countered, "Well, there is some sick girls out there, I am sure he would be able to find a few who would love to go that way." God, Jube's you can't be serious." Tabitha added with disgust in her voice."Why not, I mean, like, look at. The woman reaming her pussy was really getting into it, leaning on the bolster, hips thrusting. She was well-muscled and looked like she could go on for a long, long time. “Rache,” I said to the head between my legs. “She won’t stop until you make me come. You understand?” I released her head a bit. She gasped, gulped for air, and squeeked “Yes.” “Good girl, now do me.” I pulled her head back into my pussy and shifted her head around some, back and forth, up and down, whatever pleased me most.. The smell of the incense was mixing with the odors of our sweat and her juices all over us and the bed.Once we were ready, we rolled over where I was on top, and in the same pattern I had repeated fourteen times that day, I started slowly while pouring all the love I could muster into the empathic connection I had formed.At the peak of our orgasm, I was rewarded by a surge of the power-lust when I saw the surrender in her eyes. Like I had with every girl, I waited upon my shaky arms for her. As she came down from her pleasure trip, the quivers were still escaping her nerves as I picked her up from her fetal position on the couch and carried her into the bedroom where I laid her down, covered her up and snuggled in beside her where we both could rest comfortably until we felt our urges return and take over.As the fading afternoon light streamed in through the window and across our bed we nestled closer together, not only for warmth, but also for security that the other would be.