“Fuck that was unreal,” Amanda huffed, trying to catch her breath, “You’re like the Busta Rhymes of fucking.” Amanda grabbed a second wine g...ass from the cabinet and poured herself another drink as Brandon stood naked in the kitchen. “You’re going to clean that up right?” she gestured towards the pile of broken glass on the table and on the floor beside it. Brandon chuckled to himself before rolling his eyes and getting a broom and trash can. Amanda redressed into her ‘slutty’ blue tank top. "Are you kidding?" I'm serious, what happened, happened. But we're getting married and I don't want you fucking my wife." Sure, Jack. That's fine with me. I won't do anything to fuck up your marriage. There's just too many broads around for me to be chasing after Shelly. Not that she's unattractive or nothing like that. Understand?" Right. Lemme tell ya somethin, ' " he said slurring his words a little. This wedding is gonna set me up for life." You telling me Shelly's rich?" No, no, nothing. Her long hair fell across her shoulders and tickled hismuscular chest as she leaned down deep to kiss his forehead, thenreturned to riding him. Everything was right with the world right then,and Ardath felt himself almost out of breath. He felt close to releasealready and was struggling to hold back for Nelina's sake, his right handgrabbing hold of the edge of his breastplate and squeezing down hard tocontrol himself."Oh Nelina... by the gods... yes..." he groaned."A-Ardath I... I'm sorry...". Pungent, a little...tangy...coppery(?) a bit of a gasp from Mrs. a little more...longer inhale a little more...a long lick the length of the crack. shivering Mrs..goosebumps..? .ooohh..maybe onto something here. Okay..in for a penny, in for a pound. . spread the cheeks apart. there it is..a little puckered hole..clean. tip of the tongue. dart it..hit and run. hmm..that was electric...sniff it and then do it it again linger, again. lick it, hold your tongue against it...oh ho ho..finally..time.