I could just make out the top of her neatly trimmed pussy hair. “Open your legs.” She slowly obeyed and I got a full view of her pussy lips, the h...ir trimmed away except for the top patch that showed up when her legs were closed. “Scoot forward and get your hips out so I can see your snatch.” She started breathing harder now and looked hard past the camera for a few seconds, presumably at John, and I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse . . . she was clearly not. But without air nor much of a well to bother with, the Furies were able to park right over enemy concentrations and rake them with the lascannons. Why, yes! General!”She hurried – well, hurried as much as she could – to a burly looking woman with coppery red hair and a pair of augmetic eyes connected in a gleaming visor.“What did you call the Furies, again?”“Ah,” the General – her Low Gothic accented in a musical, alluring tone. “They were, ah, how do you say Anges de Feuia?”“I have no bloody. My gosh, he's good looking. Oh, not pretty-boy good-looking, but ruggedly handsome enough to make me wet just watching him. It's obvious the girls think he's their hero, which he certainly is. But I need to back off with my emotions. Diana said he wouldn't take me in a hurry, no matter how much I wanted it. I might just have to push that a little bit, though. I've been without long enough. Unless he runs me off, I'm going to be this man's wife — one of many — but his wife, nonetheless.Kayla. Our bodies sounded out a primal rhythm, slap, Slap, SLAP. She stopped long enough to roll me over onto my hands and knees."Here it comes baby!" she announced spearing me with her cock. She gripped my hips tightly and began to slam into my ass even harder than before, and it went much deeper in this position. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body."Look at that ass, you sure can take a lot of cock. You're a real slut aren't you?" She spanked me emphasizing her point. I.