Happily she teases every last ounce of pleasure by rubbing my dick on her spot until I explode coating her insides with my juice. No words have really...been spoken so I still don’t know who’s just fucked me. My dick is again cleaned up but this time only one tongue that I can feel. I’m so excited that my dick refuses to go down. I’m delighted.Everything is silent and I think it’s all over until my feet are released and I’m rolled over. My wrists are unclipped and immediately secured behind my. He was her only source of information, and he wasn’t talking. He was just speeding ahead of her, like they were in some kind of race!“Slow down!” she yelled, suddenly.Then she ran into his back as he suddenly stopped. She bounced off, her thoughts going immediately to her precious guitar.“I didn’t say stop!” she yelled.“Sorry,” he said, with that insolent grin.“Don’t tell me you’re sorry!” she snapped. “You’re not sorry. You don’t look one bit sorry!”“Look,” he said, the smile fading, finally.. Sex always becomes pretty routine even in the best of situations so although it was never boring, it was, you could say, pretty routine. I always wanted the sex with my partner to be wild and NOT routine so during some of our encounters I began whispering some rather lewd thoughts into her ear to see how she would react.At first I think that she was shocked but I was just entertaining her with some fantasies that I had conjured up and was sharing with her to hopefully excite her. When she got. " She leaned over and pinched Don's nipple painfully. "Do you understand?"Don winced. "Yes, goddess," he cried through his tears.The goddess smiled. "Good." She waved her hand, and Don was back in the room, in his body. And so was the girl. Don gently cupped her breasts, and incanted the name of the goddess, feeling the familiar tingling as the power was invoked. Don awoke, sweating. He had dreamed that somehow, through an innocent mistake, he had abused the powers again. In anger, the.