My hand looks like a blur on screen – I suppose the frame-rate on the camera can’t handle this kind of motion. I fist my hard cock, pointing the h...ad right at the camera, and feeling the beginnings of the spasms that I know will lead to my climax shortly. My body moves around, as I find it hard to keep steady. I feel a bit light-headed from all of the excitement, but I know I have to stay in range of the camera, and I make sure that my cock stays in sight. I keep up the frenzied pace of fisting. She had a sweet personality and easy to talk to while i had no clothes on. Gazing at me letting me know i was pretty and complemented me on my body especially my ass. She had to touch me by lightly putting her hand on it, this electrifying her as she swallowed and leaned close to me and whispered in my ear saying softly, “have you ever wanted to be with another woman”. “No” i never have, i said. “Oh i bet you have, come-on tell me you have”. Again i denied such a thing as she cocked her head. Mark looked down his chest. The older man had one hand rubbing Mark's soft, young chest fur, while his other hand was pulling at Mark's hard dick. Between his spread legs, a blond Adonis was groping his scrotum. Mark couldn't believe it: He had two men – men! – running their hands all over him. All over him.He was delirious from lust. He wanted more. He longed for more."Do you mind putting some lotion on me?" the blond asked, as if in response to Mark's longing.Mark just nodded.The blond. ————————————————– ‘Twas a night before winter 1327, and the night before the fall of the black-hearted Baron Sighere, when Eanfled was being dragged in ropes towards a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. She was barely conscious as the drowsy potion forced upon her for days on the horse ride still lingered. A lady was giving her a treat before everything disappeared. Eanfled had no idea how many days or weeks it had been, but she remembered being shifted from one ride to another. When.