That thuddy massage of a heavy flogger as it beats a steady cadence while her body gets pushed rhythmically onto the cross with each swing. The feelin... of a Wartenburg pinwheel as it is ran from her ankle slowly up the back of her leg, the shivers its prickly travel sends as it excruciatingly chews its way past the back of her knee. The wheel crawling its way up to her inner thigh nettling its way around her mound.She drifts to thoughts of a gripping hand reaching around her shoulder,. “Tell us about it, won’t you, William?” asked Doc. His steward friend took a deep breath before he began.“If Wesley were here, he would play and there would be nothing more to be said,” he began. “The City, as you described it, is far more than I could hope to capture on one simple panel. Yet the pillars themselves form a dominant background. I could not include all you described, so you will forgive me for having placed you as a mere shadow in the foreground.”“Three shadows,” murmured Doc.“You. Just a smooth flexing of her sleek buns.Oh dear god in heaven.“Go ahead and touch me, Mr. Marsh. Don’t be scared. I’m your birthday present.”That was dirty pool. She’d always called me Tom. The ‘Mr. Marsh’ thing was just to mess with me. Of course, it seriously worked.I reached forward and touched Dylan’s ass like you’d touch the holy grail or the ark of the covenant. With reverence, awe, and humility. This was proof that there was a divine power out there. He existed and he had molded this. "Great."She smiled at me and slowly began to move her hand, in and out, twisting one way and then the other. She fucked me faster and faster and then slowed down to almost a stop only to began moving wildly again.I moaned and cried out in the pleasure and the sheer intimate madness of it all. "Oh my god," I murmured. "Fuck me, Cindy. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me." Oh, fuck yeah," she replied. She drove her hand deeper inside, part way up her forearm and then pulled back like a the piston of some great.