I see as I glance towards the DVD player that its 10:15 PM….the night isnt so young anymore, so as you lean over to kiss me, I let the passion take ...ts course this time. Soft, gentle kisses transform into long passionate ones that have no break to separate them. Hands caress your breast…..rub my growing manhood, all visibly aroused through their fabric coverings. Its 10:25pm, I dont stop you from straddling me….we wildly make-out as you grind on me, my hands urging your movements by roughly. For me, it was also a crash course in inter-Guild diplomacy. I was often the only CL-12 in the room. All the top commanders in the other Guilds wanted to know that the deals had my personal approval. It was driving my superiors crazy!"Abigail chuckled. "Your ride on the Lion?" Yeah. My Guild tried to keep it quiet for a while, but word finally leaked out. There was one other person in history who tried a full ride, back within a hundred years of the Great War. His name was Raghib, and he didn't. Agramon roughly pulled her up and shoved up against a desk. His hands groped over her chest. In each hand, he pinched one of her nipples between two fingers, rolling it until she gasped. He continued to pinch and roll and even lick and suck on her nipples until Sara unwillingly let out a moan. Slowly, Agramon trailed one finger down to her pussy.“You little slut! You’re so wet for me.”Sara blushed in utter humiliation. Agramon started to rub her clit in small circles. The harder she tried to. I rubbed one cheek in a circular motion twice, raised my hand and spanked her twice. I repeated this three more times, each time the smacks became harder. When I finished, the cheek was a light pink. Moving to the other cheek, I did the same. I moved from cheek to cheek doing this three more times for each. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure by the time I was finished.When finished, her cheeks were a bright pink; the sweet nectar flowed out from her pussy onto my thighs. I gently rubbed.