When I found a rhythm that matched what she was doing to me, I felt her moan against my cock which was sending some incredible vibrations.Not to be ou...done, I reached up underneath Em and placed the pad of my thumb against her clit with my tongue still inside of her lapping up all of her juices on contact. It was getting to be a contest but we both clearly had our sights set on pleasing each other.Noticeably I could tell when she was nearing the breaking point because the suction of her mouth. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered 1911."Don't even think about it," she warned."We both know that peashooter ain't loaded. But before you die." He paused. "Again. I am curious, how in God's. She focused on the man pleasuring her aroused body. Rafel was a large man with thick curly hair. He was well built with a muscular chest and sexy powerful thighs. His hooded eyes sparkled with lust. Caramel shook when he latched onto her other nipple. She began to feel light headed with desire. She didn't know if he knew, but he was driving her crazy!Her pussy was already wet, but, his nipple play made her twat drenched with lust. He was driving her closer and closer to a wonderful orgasm as he. The muscles on his body were not fully rendered giving him the appearance more like an art-deco sculpture than an actual human. His head was very smooth with eyes closed and no facial hair, and tilted down somewhat, as if facing someone kneeling before him. As a sculpture he was compelling. He radiated strength and power, in ways I couldn't quite define.I reached out and touched him.||Kneel before me|| His voice came from a speaker somewhere inside.I jumped back, frightened. His arms had moved!.