”Bard was announcing to all that I was the best fuck he had had and he invited all to fuck his slave.If I could have talked I would have said that I...was enjoying this and that I could still see that the sun had not yet set. The Jarl was known as a hard fucker. He pounded my woman’s wound very aggressively and within only a few strokes I was again experiencing indescribable pleasures. Again I was so consumed by pleasure that I lost touch with everything else. I was aware of letting go of. The food was pretty good but a little greasy. Betty liked it that way – it wasn’t a healthy breakfast. It was a lot of sweets and bacon.“I don’t like you standing during Breakfast either. It makes me nervous and seems awkward,” Karen said firmly after a long silence at the table. She was asserting herself in a very passive aggressive way but Betty didn’t really pick up on it at first.“There are no more chairs,” Betty shrugged that off her sister’s suggestion. It wasn’t a suggestion though – not. He had yet to speak, clearly letting Batman do all the talking. Batman moved close to her ear and whispered, "Naughty Wonder Woman. You really should be wearing panties." Clearly over hearing, the Phantom groaned softly and squeezed her ass. Cherry realized they had moved out of flirting much quicker than she had anticipated. Her silk shorts were soaking wet and nipples were rock hard. "Follow me," Batman said in a husky authoritative tone and headed down the hallway. Cherry hesitated, her. Fingers tight on her hips, his mouth finds her core and she moans. He winds her up and up and up, her writhing body and harsh sounds pushing him forward. He feels her reaching the edge, knows the sounds she makes when shes close. And he stops. Her frustrated whimper makes him smile darkly as he slides off the bed. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire eyes flutter open as she looks for him. He strips his remaining clothes off and returns to her. Her legs immediately slide around him, murmuring his.