Zax watched as Liz grudgingly accepted Anet’s hand and moved to stand next to her. The picture of the two who made him the greatest amount of blame ...ngraved in his head.He got back up on his feet. His clothes were the same to the common styles of the Eastern Continent. Earthly shades, a tad loose trousers, which edges cling to the leg right above the ankle, and a half a size too big white shirt, which were tacked to the trousers and sleeves were folded.Zax saw many of the common people wearing. Once I’m done tying him up, I sit on his legs and kiss his body and mouth again. I rub my tits against his chest and stomach and then along his cock. “Oh god, why did I let you do this? I want to touch you so bad” he groans. I lean down, running my hands through his hair and along his chest. I kiss his neck and whisper in his ear, “You can touch me, but only when I say so. You like this, don’t lie. I know you, Roland, and you’ve always wanted to let someone do this to you, to take control.” And. I began to feeling his little body thrusting back against me, and I wrapped my legs tight around his body, grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him as deep inside me as I could. When I relaxed I could still fill him thrusting and I opened my eyes to see him awake and staring back at me. He said “This feels so great Aunt Becky, do I have to stop now?” I said “No honey, but when you feel that thing that happened earlier start to happen again, you need to pull out of me, Ok?” He said ok, and. Finally he stopped her, flipped her on back, lifted her legs, held them together, and pumped her for what seemed like forever, his balls slapping against her, her breasts bouncing in time with the strokes of his cock. She screamed as she came harder than she can remember.He stopped again, rolled me over and I started riding him like a boloney pony. I was taking his cock in by pussy with full strokes again. I loved the feeling of his cock plunging deep into my pussy, spreading me wide. I could.