Her juice splashes sound and she moans, "ooohhh" Softly and I know what's coming. I cover her head with a pillow. I take her legs. She wants me to sti...k her hard and pull out. The sound of her tight ass slap when I bottom out. She holds the pillow and screams. She finish's her orgasm. Oh honey as she starts her next, she now wants a tight deep grind. So I take legs up and mount on top, push deep in her and stop. I feel the muscles quiver and the softness she only gives. Pussy working like magic. A rebel had gotten lucky with the swing of a blade; leaving a deep laceration running from his left temple to just past his jaw line. Raiden rubbed his hand along the side of his face; coming away with dried flakes of blood on his fingers. It had stopped bleeding a while ago, and would heal soon enough. The injury pained him not. It was more of a reminder of his wandering mind than of anything else. She had been in his thoughts during battle. An image of her had floated through his thoughts. It took me a long time to go to sleep that night. And I could tell from his breathing that it took Brad a long time too. I know what was going through his mind though. I lay there with the same images in my mind, and his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my butt.When the alarm went off in the morning I went down and made breakfast while Brad showered and dressed. I love to see him when he comes down in the morning all freshly showered and shaved and wearing one of those expensive suits.. The captain's empty vagina regularly contracted, and ejected molten flows of hot juices. Greta's pubis lurched forwards' forcing her swollen clit towards the source of the warm honey that spurted against its polished dome. The rearing bud met the grasping orifice and brushed the tearing hymen aside. Blakey cried her passion in muffled bliss as her mouth sought and found new lips to kiss.Drowning in flows of heady ambrosia her tongue stiffened in tribute to the organ that fucked her, and drove.