She gasped, exhausted, thin streams of cunt juice running down her legs as she remained bent over my table for a while, regaining her strength. I lick...d my fingers clean, but left the spoon for her, so she could get whatever was left of the cum and her twat slime on it. She savoured the taste, and finally got back up and dressed as good as she could, before thanking me and bidding me farewell with a kiss.2Of course, helping the queen wasn’t entirely selfless. I had wanted a human child for. After he stops, he plants a closed-mouth kiss on her lips, holding her cheek tenderly with the rough palm of one hand. His thumb strokes her bottom lip. There is nothing tender about the naked flame in his eyes. Everything she needs to know is written in those smouldering depths. “ ...” Rose can't face the thought of him conjuring up clichés, stolen from midday movies or struggling to find words. “Shhh.” Rose extracts herself. She steps out of his arms, trembling and wanders around the. He glanced over at Rachel and his eyes widened as he saw her precarious position. The initial thrust of the car had shot her back against the seat and his severe turn had caused her to slide forward and towards him. She was now leaned over deeply, bracing herself with one hand on the dashboard and one near the center column. He had a perfect view directly into her shirt. His pants tightened. Rachel strained to keep herself from face-planting into the dash. She flipped her hair back and brought. She slid them down slowly to lightly run the slick glossy leather across my hardening nipples, instantly creating the familiar breath-taking tightening of muscles between her legs. She sat down to pull the right leg on first. The narrow leather ankle stretches allowing her heel to literally pop through and she repeated it with her left foot.Her breath was short as she anticipated the pleasure she usually get from wearing leather, especially since she never wore underwear. Her leathers were.