I had a few drinks and watched some hot video. About an hour later, she walked back into the living room, looking wildly hot and sexy. I put her down ...n the couch. I laid down on her and started kissing. I kissed down her neck to her nipples. As I kissed, I left red whelps on her white skin. I kissed down to her cunt. Her cunt scent told me she wanted me badly. I turned her over. Her ass was so firm and beautiful. The new tattoo had a hidden message that I had the artist to place on her. Upside. I am a monster. I fucking love it.I stood up, turned around and promptly slammed my vagina back on his face. I wanted to hide the fact I was reaching for my phone to record this very intimate moment. My asshole must have been directly in his line of sight next to his nose. It was a shame I had no gas in me but I tried regardless, my hole must have winked at him a few times. My phone camera switched on and I pointed it at me, panning it down to reveal I'm sat on some ones face.“I hope it tastes. She had given him nothing else! "All muscle and no brain - typical of his kind!" had been her sardonically dismissive comment to her dear companion Martha as they had left the scene of carnage together.She certainly would not be so contemptuous about the new King, whose name she still did not know. He was not only brave, strong and marvellously handsome, but, more importantly, he was a man of character and intelligence. Yes! She should assuredly have come to his aid earlier, and felt increasing. "I didn't mean to hurt you, to frighten you, it's just that the coffee's hot, and I didn't want you to burn your hand."She stepped forward again, her hand coming up to rest against the side of my face. I flinched not expecting the movement. "Don't be afraid," she said smiling at me. "I won't hurt you either."I actually laughed, though her touch had felt like a thousand pinpricks of delight, goose bumps suddenly covering my entire body. "Yes ... I am thirsty," she now stated once again looking.