He ducks under his opponent’s arm. Not hitting anything throws the other fighter off balance. Akin takes the step around him, cutting the side of hi... opponent’s body. A devastating hit. The blood starts running out of the wound. Akin turns his back to the other fighter, mocking him.Back to start. They circle each other again. A few encounters later it’s obvious who’s the better fighter. The only way for Akin to lose would be by a fatal mistake. It doesn’t seem likely. The fight has already. But coming back to real part he started to put a finger inside my pussy and I looked at him in shock and he was kissing my belly. My jaw was opened because of maybe pleasure and pain but more of pleasure. He lifted his head and looked at my face and along with that he kept fingering me very slowly and tenderly. The skin of his hands was very rough and hard, I was feeling that some piece of rock has entered inside me. On the other hand he was pressing my ass. I looked deep in his eyes and liked. I think her feet was size 6. Her soles were dry and rough with little cracked heels. I offered her a feet session for massage, exfoliation and hidration for her soles and she loved the idea. She asked me how much that would be cost and I aswered that if she helps me test a new technique I 'd do it for free. I lied to her and told her that she must use a blindfold during the treatment for her touch be empowered for the energy from her vision that would be distribuid for her body. A bullshit that. She was in the mood for roughsex and so was I. After all that practising resistance, I needed to befucked. With pauses just for the odd drink, we spent the rest of theevening entwined in each others arms.This became the routine for the coming days, with a few hours practice,followed by dinner then some serious love making. I was improvingsteadily with my resistance lasting as long as half hour. Good, butnowhere near where I needed to be. I would have to go whole days, evenweeks if I was to live.