She played the part of the wicked temptress, although he’d never asked her to. She’d pretended to be less innocent than she was, believing it woul... make him less guilty. She played the writhing, eager Jezebel who wouldn’t take ‘I can’t’ for an answer. As he fumbled with his fly, and made that guttural, pained sound of guilt and lust, she gripped the countertop and slid back onto his dick.In Purgatory, you don’t wait: you relive. Until all your sins have been catalogued and replayed. Until. She found some plants growing on the fringes of the old extent of the pond and transplanted them. Hopefully there would be enough this year to give us seed to plant the next.I found a good fork in a tree and, with lots of blows of the hatchet, managed to fell it and trim it into a passable hand plough. I dragged it through the drying lake bottom, dragging up and breaking up the roots of the lilies and reeds and leaving rough furrows behind me. It was backbreaking work in the searing sun. But. "If you don't do something with Mr. Cock real soon, some of his friends, my arms, legs and hands are going to help him have his way with you," I screamed helplessly. With that, she smoothly raised her hips, moved my cock a little and slid down on it in one quick motion."Awwwwww!" we sighed in unison as she slowly began moving up and down on my dick. It had never felt this warm and wet, it seemed as she continued an easy rhythm of motion. She leaned back and moved her hands onto the top of my. Do you have both?”“I like your kind of bluntness, but are you always so clinical?”“I don’t have to be,” she said. “Now, answer the question.”I smiled and said, “My cock gets plenty hard when treated right and I’m told my tongue and fingers are a gift.”“And if I were to reach under the table right now, unzip your fly and reach in and touch your cock, what would I find?”“Relaxed but ready to react to your touch.”She smiled and rather than follow through on her words, she continued to eat and.