It is a traditional spirit made from fermented berries and milk.”“Doesn’t sound like anything I can’t stomach.”The Borealans around the tabl...d nudged each other and watched expectantly as Dennis brought it to his lips. He took a taste, then a long draw, lowering the cup and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.“Tastes like strawberry milk!”Chaka stared at him for a moment, then slammed her fists on the table, making his mug jump.“Not so much as a cough!”“Was that supposed to be strong?”. This wasn't her house. She had borrowed a friend's house to fuck me away from home. But why?I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Cheryl had her lips pressed firmly on my cock. Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, "Let me help you get out of these pants." Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn't want to fuck at home. Her husband probably had a little dick and couldn't. I can feel your lips on mine and my heart begins to race. Your hands are sliding up between my thighs. I can both see and feel your hand slide under my skirt and your fingertips trace over my black lace panties. Your lips have traveled down over my cheek and have started to kiss ever so slowly over my neck. I can feel you smile as you hear my moan and your teeth gently nip at my neck. Your other hand has moved its way from under my shirt and is sliding over my stomach and up to my black lace. Her eyes locked wide and her mouth opened with a loud gasp. As I began my descent into her love canal, she began to whimper. This got louder and louder as I pushed deeper. Tears welled up on her cheek and I struck her cervix. I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She gave a slight scream each time I hit her cervix. Her face was flushed, and sweat was on her forehead. Her neck muscles were tight and veins clearly pumping. Her pussy was grasping me more tightly than I had ever experienced..