Again, he chokes her, careful not to cut off her windpipe. His mouth kisses everywhere his lips can reach.He releases his hands from her throat her ha...dcuffed wrists from the hook above her head. He leads her out of the hot shower, leans her over the bathroom sink, and wraps her cuffed hands around the faucet. He puts a condom on his dick and covers his cock and her ass in lubricant. Spreading her cheeks with his strong hands, he guides his throbbing dick up her ass. She gasps. It feels like. ’ She laughed and said, ‘Good luck with the making amends part but thank you for the sample.’ She took a hasty look around the neighborhood to see if anyone was about and said, ‘Would you like to come in for a bit?’ ‘I would be delighted.’ She led me into a modest living room. There was a bookcase full of bibles and various theological tracts and text books. On the wall was the obligatory picture of Jesus and a framed reproduction of Da Vinci’s The Last Supper. She motioned toward a simple. On rare occasions his voice would fill the air as if the world itself were listening.Felurian’s voice was not resonant. It did not fill the forest glade. Hers was the hush before a sudden summer storm. It was soft as a brushing feather. It made my heart step sideways in my chest.Speaking thus, when she called me a poet, it did not raise my hackles or make me grit my teeth. From her, it sounded like the sweetest thing a man was ever called. Such was the power of her voice.Felurian brushed her. He slowly worked his way up, sliding in and out of her, each thrust faster and harder than the one before it. She pressed back against him each time he pushed forward, her hips meeting his and magnifying the force of his thrust. She bucked and shook like an animal in heat, desprate for every thrust of his cock. He pulled his cock out of her, eliciting a disappointed groan. He slid the head of his cock through the outer folds of her pussy, teasing her before slamming it back inside of her again..