I told him I would try and he warned me that there would be a lot of it.He told me to massage his balls while he stroked his cock. I cupped them in my...hands, they were big and heavy, each testicle felt like the size of a duck egg. He tugged on his cock and rubbed his bell end against my lips. I flicked the tip with my tongue and kept tasting his pre cum oozing from the tip. He started to groan and breath harder then shoved his cock into my mouth and told me to suck hard on it. I sucked and. “My name is John. Beside me are my companions: Treb, Halphis and Sygraid.”The others nodded when he named them. The figure returned each one.“Welcome to the Halls of Valor, I am Wotaanz. You are the first living I’ve seen in a very long time, not counting my daughters and the beast. How came you to enter my Halls by this path?” He introduced himself.Wotan, Woden and other combinations are various names for Odin. He was the head of the Norse pantheon in Viking mythology.Thanks. John sent. I pushed her over the edge. She reached down and held my head to her pussy and moaned loud “OH FUCK YES.” She tensed up and I felt her orgasm as I pressed my lips into her pussy. Trembling she moaned again, “Oh fuck yes!” I then felt her fingers tighten in my hair and she pulled me off her pussy. I looked up at her, my mouth glistening with her juices. Amy groaned, “FUCK ME.” I didn’t wait. I moved up over her. My cock was rock hard. I propped myself up over her body with my outstretched. That weekend, Isabella was busily preparing for evening at the Grand Theater, washing her best dress and cleaning her shoes, when a messenger arrived by horse from Naples. The note was from Anton, saying that she should try to arrive at his house as early as possible on Wednesday to prepare herself for the opera that evening. Strange, she thought, but Anton was obviously up to something. She hoped her early arrival was so that she could meet Giovanni Pergolesi before the performance. She did as.