He chuckled, and shook his head. "I am Tristan.” His voice echoed with power in the room, and it made the hair on her arms stand up. "And you're Ari...," he added, lying down next to her. He cushioned his head in his arms, staring up at the ceiling. "And this is my prison. And you are my love. Anything else?" He murmured, eyes sliding to look at her. She was so beautiful , he thought, her lips swollen with his kisses, her green eyes dark with desire. She was perspiring lightly, making her pink. I think she knew this but didn’t seem bothered, after about twenty minutes she asked to use the bathroom, sitting back down I noticed she had pulled her skirt up a little higher than before.We played on for another ten minutes or so, then as I was getting us another drink, behind my back she unfastened a couple of buttons on her school shirt, sitting down my eyes were drawn to this fact, she had also pulled her skirt higher and I could see she was no longer wearing any knickers. We made a few. Sehr konstruiert, abstrakt, künstlich.Sie seufzte und schaute aus dem Fenster. Sie sah Blätter in den Bäumen. Das Sonnenlicht flackerte schillernd durch das Blätterwerk, ein wunderschönes Gemälde aus Licht und Schatten. Authentizität, dachte sie, waren Blätter, Bäume, war Naturlyrik authentisch.Sie kratzte sich am Kopf. Ihre langen brünetten Haare wallten. Sie war eine Schönheit, weiblich, kurvig. Nicht dünn, nicht beleibt, etwas Südländisches meldete sich in ihren feurigen braunen Augen, etwas. I pump up and down, slowly but surely working my way down your cock, hearing your sleepy moans as I tighten and loosen my lips, changing the amount of pressure from my tongue. Slowly my lips get lower and lower, making nice slow progress to stop myself from gagging loudly, afraid it will wake you up with a start. I gag a few times, softly, little shudders running down my back, but I keep everything under control. I keep a hand on your balls, holding them and rolling them very gently as I feel.