Thrusting, I quickly build a pace. Deep cantering strokes take the air from your lungs. Consumed by lust, we fuck hungrily. Urgently. My hips, meeting...the buck of yours, the growing wet coupling ever louder. My hand slips around you feeling the bounce of your breast through your blouse and the lace of your bra beneath. Sensations arousing pleasures that build rampantly. Growls merge with moans as waves crash with more intensity. You push back harder on me, urging me to fill you deeper as. That was okay, he told himself. The more he thought about this, the more he realized that this was just an excuse for him to get ‘reacquainted’ with his wife. God knew that needed doing. With that wonderful plan in mind, Travis Born, general manager State City Bank (North-Western Central Branch), husband of Karen Vernon Born (home maker, and just about the biggest bombshell this side of the GMT Line), stood from his splintery park bench and straightened out his Armani suit. He was smiling. He. This was the first time this morning that any of them have raised their voices.“No, I won’t hit you with my dick or anything. I am just asking you to have a heart. This is difficult enough to stand out here like this. Can’t you be nice?” Rally asked politely. He naturally had a lot of restraint. He wanted to tell the girls to fuck off like his sister – but he was too shy and the fact that he was naked made him feel even more vulnerable.“Well, gee let me think about that? Heather what do you. ." The Enchantress purred softly, sensually, as she slid her fingers down between her legs, caressing her moist, hot nether regions as she felt her need growing within her. "Hurry...come to me warrior, I have a need for you. And you have a need for me..."A few moments later, a soft rustling of grass, and the nicker of a horse made the Enchantress smile. She rolled over, onto her side with a slow, sensuos movement of her body, displaying her lush form to the warrior who now stood before her. A.