‘Tis sleep she fears, and in That sleep a watch you’ll keep, ’till dawn does break. I have a potion, brewed from Moorish beans, Which all night ...hrough, will help you stay awake. Larissa drinks. LARISSA: What is this bright’ning tingle in my thoughts? What wond’rous drink have Moors and Muslims brewed, That sets my mind to racing, casts out sleep, And brings new vigor to my weary limbs! JOSEPHINE: They call it kahve in the Moorish lands, A magic drink it is, expelling sleep, Yet not all dreams. He then moved me over to the sink bent me over and told me to face the mirror. He practically ripped my panties off and got down on his knees behind me. I was curious what he was up to until he said,"I want to eat your pussy."He pulled my ass cheeks apart again and this time he stuck his tongue out and ran it up my welcoming hole. The sensation ran through my whole body and my legs started to shake as he continued to run his tongue up and down my ready boi pussy. I convulsed as I tried to hold. Van Alten's office was a lonely candle standing on the table beside the desk. Melissa was sitting in one of the chairs by the table and Konrad in the other."Slow, deep, breaths," van Alten said with a monotonous voice. "Still looking into the flame. Relaxed. Slow. Deep. Breathe in. Out."Melissa heard his voice through a soft, darkness that had her in a comfortable hold. She drew in a breath."You now feel calm, relaxed and safe. Calm. Relaxed. Safe. A sphere of light emerges from your body and. I grab your arm and shriek, “Oh fuck, I told you I was going to drown you when I cum! “ You keep on fucking me as my sweet nectar covers your hand, wrist, and the bed. You look me straight in the eyes you ask, “Are you ready to ride my cock?” I lean forward, till our lips meet, kiss you, and purr, “Time to ride the pony baby!” You stop long enough to put on a condom and lay flat on the bed. I straddle you; guide your cock into me. I slam my pussy hard down on your pole, repeatedly. You take my.