A woman’s voice rises in chanting song. Earthy sounds, primal beat. Each note reaching inside of her as she undulates upon the ancient stone. A quiv...r at the center of belly – probing fingers slide slowly into the wet sheath between widely opened thighs. Heart racing in rhythm to the Priestess’ song as the night takes its penance. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* His scent is powerful to the woman kept in forced blackness – masculine… animalistic. Bare thigh brushing her own, gasping deep. Our shared lust gave us both goose bumps and we both shivered. Our lips met. Our tongues danced. My hands reached for him, and his fingers tightened in my hair and on my hip. He owned me. “Turn around, put your hands on the bed.” he demanded. With no warning, he slammed his hard cock into my cunt from behind. He immediately went balls deep. He stopped suddenly and began smacking my ass. He spanked me while grinding his big dick deep inside me. Smack! Smack! Jas pulled back and started moving in. Enathu peyar selvan vayathu 20 naan kaluriyil padithu varugiren endru sonnen.Naangal pazhaga aarambithom, en paatiku migavum vayathu aagi vitathu athanaal avargaluku kangal theriyaathu. Naan avalin kaiyai pidithu pesa aarambithen aval vetkap patu pesinaal aanal avalin mulaigal perithaaga irunthathu.Avalin kaigalai pidithu pesiya pozhuthu amaithiyaaga irunthaal pinbu paati veetirkule thanimaiyaana idathirku kupitu sendru avalai katti pidithu ithazhil mutham koduthen. Haaaaaaaaaaa ena oru suvai. I'm sorry." What was it about? We didn't have any kids here at all except for the day-care set." Oh, that's right ... you weren't here last weekend. You gotta hear this. Let me go to the kitchen and I'll fill you in after supper."In the kitchen, Tori told Chef Jacques "Sorry I'm late, Chef, but the kids are organising a protest march against that moslem group Farouq was warning us against. Would you ask Farouq if he could give us a hand with the posters... ? We want to make them in Arabic as.