She saw what he was doing and decided now would be a perfect time for him to learn a little something. Leaning closer to his ear, she whispered, “Sl...w your pace, I want to show how to fist her. Keep her excited and on edge.”She shifted to be kneeling more beside him than behind him. Leaning, she said, “Take your hand and cup it like this,” she held her hand so he could see it. Her fingers were straight but curled inward towards each other with her thumb resting in the trough her fingers. Not wanting to turn around, she broke into a run past the bodies of the dead strewn about the front yard of the lonely mansion, her only hope was to make it to the car before her pursuer caught up to her.Blood soaked the ground and many of the bodies had been torn to pieces by what Niya knew had been Ashen's bare hands. Most had been heavily armed with guns, and had been wearing body armor but they had been unable to stop him.Bullets never penetrated, and no body armor could withstand his. As she tried to pull back from the kiss. I moved my face offering her my lips. She responded by taking my lips in her mouth. She kissed them a little more passionately and sensually.In fact, I did not go any further than her lips. Her lips as lush as petals painted in soft, tender pink. It was fascinating. I did not realize that she had moved her hands to hold my dick firmly. She pulled back the skin from the dick knob smoothly.The little painful but enjoyable peel of the skin from the knob was. But it would have been better if the child came after school, when they would have the resources to make it all happen.The important thing was that they still had each other. They were together, they were in love, and their machinery worked. This child would never be, and that made him sad, sick, and miserable. But he could live, because one day, when the timing was better, they could try again. They would succeed again. They would have children, and they would love them, and raise them, and.