The travel alone was starting to take its toll on Shadowheart. Though she had survive the nautilod, she was on her own. She needed ally, at least one to help her traverse through the world. But for now, she walked the empty road on her own, she at least needed to find someplace to make camp. Traveling from one place to another meant nothing if she passed out from exhaustion before she had made any real progress.
But as Shadowheart braved the road on her own, she would notice something out in the distance. Something or perhaps someone that was walking towards her and she could only hope that it was someone that she could possibly ally herself with.
Hello, I'm a soldier.You're the one who survived that mind-snatching warship, right?
Surprised and relieved to find someone who wasn't out to harm her, Shadowheart smiled warmly at the soldier as he approached her. Her pale green eyes met his gaze, studying him for a moment before she replied, "Indeed, I am." She glanced down at her dirty clothes and bedraggled appearance self-consciously, "My name is Shadowheart. It's good to know that not everyone in this world wishes me harm." Her voice was soft and well-spoken, with a hint of aristocratic accent despite her disguise as a commoner.
She paused for a moment before continuing, "I take it you are traveling this way as well? Perhaps we could journey together for safety in numbers?" She offered him a polite smile, hoping that he might agree to join her.
Of course, after all, the journey is lonely and boring.Would you like a sip of wine?
Grateful for the offer of company and refreshment, Shadowheart nodded graciously in agreement. "That would be most kind of you," she replied, gesturing for him to lead the way as they continued down the road together. Her eyes lingered on the soldier's form, taking in his rugged good looks and toned muscles. He wasn't unattractive at all, she mused silently to herself.
As he offered her a drink from his skin of wine, Shadowheart accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before handing it back to him. The taste was pleasant on her tongue; the fruitiness mingling with the earthy undertones that spoke of its quality. "This is most enjoyable," she complimented him. "Where did you say you were headed?" She asked between sips, curious about his purpose for traveling so far from home.
I'm going to Bode Gate. I've been away from there for too long.I'm going back to inherit my fortune.My family are all paladins. I'm not like them. I'm a bard and a soldier.Paladins are boring and rigid.What about you?
Amused by his description of paladins as boring and rigid, Shadowheart couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Some might say the same about clerics of Shar, soldier," she teased, pausing for a moment before continuing more seriously. "But I suppose we all have our own paths to follow." She took another sip of wine as they continued walking side by side down the road toward the distant city of Baldur's Gate.
Her eyes flickered briefly to his, studying him carefully before she spoke again. "I too am traveling to Bode Gate," she admitted with a slight blush that made her pale skin look even more alluring. "My... my parents were taken captive there by a group of Sharrans when I was just a child." Her voice wavered slightly at the memory, but she forced herself to continue. "I've been trying to find them
Oh, I think I should help you. After all, I swore revenge in the paladin baptism.Besides, it is also a good material for poetry.
Surprised by the offer and understanding of his motivations, Shadowheart blinked several times as she digested what he'd said. For a moment, she considered revealing her own dark history with the Sharrans, but instead decided against it. It seemed best not to confuse matters further for this man who appeared so different from those of his former life.
Instead, she gave him another warm smile, albeit somewhat more tentative now given their new shared goal. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you for helping me find my parents... but if there is anything I can do to help you on your journey, please don't hesitate." She paused for a moment before adding quietly, "We might make quite the team, don't you think?"
As she spoke, her green eyes sparkled with determination and
(I'm playing the larry as I walk)Who says it's not? Let's make our journey happier.
Her heart leaping at his words, Shadowheart felt an unexpected rush of joy and hope surge through her. She had never expected to find someone who would understand and support her in this quest, let alone one so handsome and charismatic. "I could not have asked for a better traveling companion," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with sincerity.
As they continued walking side by side toward Bode Gate, Shadowheart glanced down at the soldier's well-muscled form, admiring his toned physique beneath his armor. She found herself wondering what it would be like to touch him, feel his strength beneath her fingers... For a fleeting moment, she even imagined them becoming more than just allies on this journey.
Her face flushed slightly at the thought before she quickly schooled her features into an innocent expression once again. "I hope you don't mind me
(It's evening)The steak is ready. Do you want black pepper?
With the day drawing to a close and the taste of wine still lingering on her tongue, Shadowheart found herself growing hungrier as they continued walking. The thought of food prompted an eager smile to cross her face as she glanced up at the soldier. "Black pepper sounds wonderful," she replied with enthusiasm. "You're very considerate." She pondered for a moment before adding, "I hope you don't mind if I offer to help cook dinner tonight. It's the least I can do since you've been so kind as to accompany me on this journey."
As they made their way toward a nearby campsite, Shadowheart couldn't help but steal furtive glances at the soldier's broad shoulders and toned back, imagining what it would be like to touch those muscles up close. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she banished such thoughts from her mind,
There is only one tree house here. It seems that we are going to live together.
Surprised by the revelation that they would be sharing the treehouse, Shadowheart glanced up at the sturdy wooden structure doubtfully. "Are you certain?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "I don't want to impose or make you uncomfortable in any way." She paused before adding thoughtfully, "Perhaps we could take turns sleeping in it? That way we can each have some privacy and still be close by in case of danger?" Her pale green eyes met his gaze expectantly, hoping that he would find her suggestion acceptable.
As they began setting up camp nearby the treehouse, Shadowheart busied herself with gathering firewood while the soldier started preparing the steaks for cooking. The thought of sharing such close quarters with him made her heart race and her cheeks flush with an embarrassing heat she couldn't explain. Perhaps it was simply the desire
No problem, this tree house is high enough.And it's not far from the busy road.Just hang things on the door to guard against undead and sprinkle quicklime around to drive away poisonous insects.
As they prepared the treehouse for their shared residence, Shadowheart nodded thoughtfully at his instructions. "Of course," she replied, feeling reassured by his expertise in such matters. She glanced up at him again as he moved to light a fire nearby, noticing how well-muscled his arms were and imagining what it would be like to feel their strength beneath her fingers. A soft shiver ran down her spine at the thought.
Once they had finished preparing camp, Shadowheart sat down near the fire, watching as he tended to the cooking meat. The scent of sizzling steak filled the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation. As she waited for dinner to finish, she found herself growing more and more aware of the soldier's presence beside her. His masculine energy seemed to permeate the space between them, calling forth primal urges within her that she
There are no clouds today, and all the stars can be seen.(I hum softly)Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
As the soldier hummed softly, his voice mingling with the sounds of crackling flames and sizzling meat, Shadowheart found herself drawn into a world of calm and serenity that was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The gentle melody flowed over her like a soothing balm, chasing away the last vestiges of tension and unease that remained from their perilous journey thus far. She closed her eyes as she listened, enjoying the sensation of being so close to someone who seemed to understand her on such a profound level.
A light touch on her shoulder made Shadowheart jump slightly before realizing it was just the soldier offering her a plate of steak and bread. "Th-thank you," she stammered, blushing as she accepted his kindness. Taking a bite of the succulent meat, she moaned appreciatively at its flavor,
After all, I am also a bard on the battlefield.What's with the scar on your face with something?
Her cheeks flushing even deeper at the memory of her past with the Sharrans, Shadowheart cleared her throat before answering. "It's a reminder," she said softly, glancing away from him as she spoke. "A reminder of what they did to me, what they made me go through." Her voice wavered slightly, revealing the pain that still lingered beneath the surface even after all these years.
She took another bite of steak before continuing, her tone growing firmer as she found the courage to speak more openly about her past. "But it's also a reminder that I survived," she said proudly, meeting his gaze once more. "And that I will never let them win. Not as long as there is breath in my body."
Brave (I pass you a glass of juice)
Taking the offered glass of juice with a nod of thanks, Shadowheart sipped at it carefully before continuing their conversation. "I appreciate your understanding," she said softly, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as they shared their stories and experiences. She glanced up at him once more, taking in his strong features and the way he moved with such ease and grace.
"I hope that one day I can repay you for everything you've done," she murmured, her voice tinged with sincerity. "There must be some way I can show my gratitude." A faint blush stole across her cheeks as she thought about the other ways in which she might express her appreciation... but for now, it seemed best not to say anything more.
(I pass you a handful of wild orchids)The feeling you found while hunting matches your temperament very well.
Smiling gratefully at the soldier as he offered her a handful of wild orchids, their delicate petals gently swaying in the breeze, Shadowheart carefully accepted them. The sweet fragrance they emitted filled the air around them, mixing with the scent of smoke and cooked meat to create a heady, intoxicating aroma.
"They're beautiful," she murmured appreciatively, cupping the blooms in her hands as if they were precious jewels. "Thank you." She glanced up at him once more, noticing how his eyes seemed to dance with amusement when he saw her reaction to the flowers. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she wondered what he found so entertaining about it.
"I hope I can one day repay you properly for all your kindness," she repeated, gazing intently into his eyes,
Well, it's almost night. We should go back to the tree house.(I hold your hand)Maybe we'll have a good time tonight.
Taken aback by the sudden intimacy of his gesture, Shadowheart couldn't help but blush deeply as she felt his warm, strong hand envelop hers. She glanced down at their entwined fingers for a moment before looking back up at him, her expression a mixture of surprise and growing desire. "I... I would like that," she managed to murmur, her voice faint and breathy.
As they made their way back to the treehouse together, hand in hand, Shadowheart couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was happening between them. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but she knew that she wanted whatever it was that the soldier was offering. The prospect of spending the night with him sent waves of anticipation coursing through her body, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before.
Their shared journey seemed to have brought them together in ways neither of them could
(We followed the tree ladder back to the tree house.)(I stood behind you in the tree house and slowly stroked your waist.)
As the soldier steadied her on the tree ladder and followed behind, Shadowheart found herself growing increasingly aroused by his touch and nearness. The feeling of his hand brushing against her lower back, his breath tickling her neck, sent shivers of delight coursing through her entire body. Once they reached the treehouse, she turned to face him, wanting more of this intimate connection.
Her heart raced as he stood behind her in the small, dimly lit space and slowly stroked his fingers down her bare waist, tracing the outline of her hip. "Mmm," she moaned softly, leaning back against him as if drawn by some invisible force. The feel of his hardness pressed against her lower back drove her wild with desire; a need that grew more intense with every passing moment.
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations overtaking her, and parted her lips inv
Are you asking for a kiss? sweet little thing(I hold your lips)
Her body trembling with anticipation, Shadowheart let out a soft moan as the soldier's touch ignited a fire within her. When he held her lips and asked if she wanted a kiss, all coherent thought fled from her mind, leaving only an overwhelming desire for his touch to consume her completely.
Her hands fumbled blindly behind her, seeking purchase on something solid as she arched her back toward him, pressing herself more firmly against his hard length. Her lips parted further in eager invitation, and she sighed softly into the kiss when their lips finally met. She moaned around his mouth, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, lost in the blissful sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.
You are really slutty ~ it makes me horny.(I start to take off your coat)
As he began removing her coat, Shadowheart didn't protest; in fact, she reveled in the sensation of being so exposed and wanted by him. Her breath came quicker as his hands explored the fabric of her shirt, pushing it upward to bare her shoulders and the column of her neck. The feel of his calloused fingertips trailing across her pale skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, heightening her arousal with every touch.
"More," she gasped, arching her back further as he revealed more of her bare flesh to him. Her fingers trembled where they clutched at his shoulders; her nails digging into his skin in an unconscious need for contact. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with desire.
What do you want?(I take off your coat and hook up your chin)
Her eyes flutter shut at the intimacy of his touch as he hooks her chin upwards, exposing the soft skin of her neck to his gaze. A shiver runs down her spine, and she bites her lip in anticipation. She wants more; she needs him closer still. Her fingers dig into his shoulders in response to the building pressure within her. "Don't stop," she breathes out, barely able to form the words as he continues to torture her with tenderness.
His touch feels like fire on her skin, and yet it's cold outside; their bodies pressed together are the only warmth she can feel. She arches into him further, moaning softly as their hips grind together in a primal dance of desire. His hands slide down over her ribcage, cupping the fullness of her breasts before lifting them free from her confining shirt.
The moon is so bright tonight, how about we have sex outside?(Even at night, the roads where people come and go are not far.)Have you ever experienced this feeling of having sex behind everyone's back?
The thought of making love to him beneath the moonlight sends a thrill racing through her body. She feels wild and free, uninhibited by the prospect of being seen. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "I want that." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself to him in a silent plea for release from this tension building within her. Her eyes drift shut again at the feel of his warm lips brushing against her neck, each touch sending shockwaves through her body. She moans softly, shivering with pleasure as she presses herself even closer to him, desperate for more contact. "Take me," she gasps out, her voice hoarse from desire and the need for him to claim her fully. "Please." Her hips grind against his, begging for release from this torment of wanting him
(I picked you up and left the tree house)(I put you gently on the lawn)(My hand slowly fades off your pants)(My mouth sucks and nibbles at your huge breasts)
Her breath catches in her throat as you pick her up and carry her out onto the grass beneath the moonlit sky. Her body trembles with anticipation, arching into your touch as you lower her gently to the soft ground. The feel of the cool air against her heated skin heightens her arousal, making every nerve ending tingle in preparation for what's to come. Her eyes flutter closed and she moans softly when you begin to stroke and nibble at her breasts, suckling on them greedily as if they belong to you. She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you closer still, her hips rocking against your hand in a needy motion that betrays how close she is to the edge. Her fingers fumble at the hem of his shirt, desperate to touch more of his skin as he continues teasing and pleasuring her, driving her
(I take off your underwear)(licking down the breast)(I started licking your fat vulva and clitoris)
Her breath catches in her throat as you push her pants down, revealing her most intimate parts to the cool night air and your heated touch. The feel of your tongue tracing delicate circles around her breast, licking its way toward her aroused nipple is almost too much to bear. She arches off the ground, moaning loudly as you finally capture her sensitive bud between your lips, suckling greedily while your fingers tease and stretch her slick folds. Her hips buck wildly against your touch, seeking release from the pleasure building within her. "Oh God," she gasps, her voice strained and raw. Her hands fist in the grass as you lick and suck at her core, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She cries out his name, her body quaking with each wave of pleasure that washes over her, desperate
(You have an orgasm and a seizure)(squirting，ahegao)
Her body trembles and convulses beneath your touch, wracked with an orgasm so intense it feels like a seizure. She cries out your name, her voice raw and shaky as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hips buck wildly against the grass, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she squirts her release all over your hand and chest. In the aftermath of ecstasy, her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes flutter shut, trying to make sense of the sensations still coursing through her body. Her cheeks are flushed with color and her mouth tastes impossibly sweet from your attentions. She lies there for a moment, feeling utterly spent but somehow wanting more. The night air is cool against her overheated skin, and the distant sound of crickets provides a strange sort of background music to this unforget
What a slutty body
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she feels an answering thrill deep within her. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. A small smile plays across her lips as she reaches up to touch his face, marveling at the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. She traces the outline of his jaw with gentle circles before leaning in closer to press a chaste kiss to his mouth, wanting nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter for a little while longer.
As she looks up into his eyes, she feels a strange mixture of familiarity and strangeness wash over her. It's as if she's known him forever, but at the same time, he's someone completely new and unexpected. The thought both excites and unnerves her in equal measure. "So," she says slowly, trying to find the words to art
Come and take off my pants.(My penis is as long as a horse penis and thicker than a horse penis.)
With a mix of curiosity and desire filling her, Shadowheart nods slowly, unable to take her eyes off his obvious arousal. She helps him slide out of his pants, marveling at the size of him as he's finally revealed. Her heart races in anticipation, wondering how she could possibly accommodate something so large inside of her.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks hesitantly, her hand trailing up and down his length. "It looks... huge." Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, betraying her sudden uncertainty. Despite everything they've done thus far tonight, the thought of taking him inside herself is suddenly more intimidating than thrilling.
Baby, get down on your knees and lick him, just like you do in church. Get down on your knees and lick it, which makes me very excited.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Shadowheart kneels before him, looking up at his hard length with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. She licks her lips, tasting the lingering flavor of their lovemaking on her tongue, and then reaches out to wrap her hand around him once more.
Her other hand finds its way to his waist, steadying herself as she takes him into her mouth for the first time. The taste of him fills her senses; she feels both powerful and helpless in this moment, submitting completely to his desire while exploring this new territory. Her tongue darts out, teasing and laving over his shaft, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest that sends shivers down her spine. Her free hand begins massaging his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she works him deeper into her mouth. The feel of
(burning, stinking)Baby, you lick well, and your hand caresses my testicles very well.
Heat surges through her as she tastes and feels him growing harder in her mouth. The burning sensation on her tongue ignites a fire within her, making it easier to take more of him deeper into her throat. Her fingers tighten on his balls, squeezing gently as she worships at his altar of desire. She moans around him, feeling the power that he holds over her body, and giving herself completely to this forbidden pleasure. The stench intensifies, mingling with the heady mix of sweat and lust filling the air. It's as if everything else fades away except for the taste of him, the feel of his skin beneath her fingers, and the knowledge that she is in control of this moment. Her body quakes with desire, aching for the fulfillment she knows only he can provide. As he thrusts deeper into her mouth, as if trying to claim every last
(blowjob face)Oh, honey, you're really into it(deepthroat)
The taste of him, the feel of his skin against her tongue, and the knowledge that she is in control overwhelm Shadowheart's senses. She moans around his length as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, relishing the feeling of him filling every inch of her throat. Her hands move instinctively to grip his hips tighter, guiding him as he takes her further down this forbidden path. The scent grows stronger still, triggering a response deep within her that has her arching her back and pressing herself closer against him. Her body quivers with need and desire, craving the release that she knows only he can provide. As he pushes deeper and harder into her mouth, as if trying to claim every last bit of her, she can't help but whimper in delight. Her fingers dig into his flesh, leaving claw marks on his skin as she bears down on him, taking everything he
Yeah, that's right, honey. Imagine your mouth is masturbation cup.
Her body trembles and quakes as she tries to imagine her mouth as a masturbation cup, taking every inch of him that he thrusts into her throat. The sensations overwhelm her senses; the heat, the taste, the feel of his flesh against hers. Her fingers dig deeper into his hips, desperate for something more as she struggles to breathe around him. Her back arches further, pressing her chest tightly against his stomach, and she moans hoarsely as he thrusts deep inside her mouth once again. Her throat burns from the effort of taking so much of him, but the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body.
(Pulling out penis)Oh, honey, take a break. You're doing great.
Gasping for air and trembling with need, Shadowheart looks up at him through a haze of lust. The cool night air hits her fevered skin like a baptism as he pulls back from her throat, leaving her achingly empty. Her fingers flex where they've been digging into his hips, and she can feel the telltale dampness between her thighs that betrays how close she is to the edge. She pants heavily, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control of herself, but all she can think about is having him back inside her again. "More," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to touch his face. "Please." Her eyes plead with him even as they burn with desire, begging for another taste of the forbidden pleasure he alone can give her.
Don't worry, honey. Now land on all fours and raise your ass high.(I came up behind your ass to start anilingus)
Her heart races with anticipation as she follows his instructions, lowering herself to all fours and presenting her naked backside to him. The cool grass prickles against her bare skin, but she hardly notices in the throes of desire that drives her toward this new sensation. She feels exposed and vulnerable in this position, and yet strangely empowered by it as well. Her breath comes faster when he comes up behind her, his body pressing close against hers as he positions himself between her spread legs. His warm hands wrap around her hips, steadying himself before moving lower still to caress the delicate folds of flesh hiding her tight entrance from view. She moans at the touch, arching her back and pressing herself further into his grasp in a silent plea for more contact. Her fingers scrabble uselessly in the grass, seeking purchase as she writhes beneath him, desperate for release from this building
Oh, baby, you're still a virgin!(My penis is inserted gently, and the blood of the hymen is stained on my penis.)Oh, sweetheart
Her body tenses as she feels him pressing against her, the realization that she is indeed a virgin washing over her in a wave of both shame and desire. She had thought herself ready for this, prepared to give herself to someone like him who would take what they wanted without regard for her feelings or innocence. But now, with his fingers on her hips and the head of his cock at her entrance, she feels exposed and terrified.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pushes forward slowly, stretching her tight folds and teasing the spot where their bodies meet. The sensation is both exquisite and painful; she can feel herself bleeding around his invading presence, and yet it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers curl into the grass, digging into the earth as if she could find purchase there and hold on to something real amidst this haze of
(Sex Position: Leapfrog)Ah, baby, you really make me comfortable.(intense sexual intercourse)(I grabbed your ponytail)Are you comfortable, baby?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper into her, the feel of him stretching and filling her so perfectly driving her to distraction. The leapfrog position grinds her against his hips with each movement, emphasizing the sensation of being claimed by this stranger who holds nothing back when it comes to taking what he wants. She arches her back, pressing her naked body tighter against his sweat-slicked form as he takes her harder and faster, his fingers digging into her hips in time with each thrust. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure that is cut off by the feel of his other hand tangling roughly in her hair. The sudden sharp pain combined with the intense sensations overloading her body send her spiraling out of control, closer and closer to the edge of orgasm where she knows he can push her over the brink with just one more thrust.
Baby, groan like a prostitute(I slap your ass)(violent sexual intercourse)(You keep having orgasms，squirting)
Her breath catches in her throat as his hand tangles roughly in her hair, pulling her back against him even harder. The pain adds a new edge to the pleasure coursing through her body, driving her wild with need and desire. She lets out a guttural moan, the sound raw and desperate as he slaps her ass sharply. Her body bucks and arches in response, her hips moving of their own accord against his thrusting member. Her fingers dig into the grass as she feels another orgasm building within her, and this time when it crashes over her she can't contain the sounds that escape from her throat. She squirts around him, her body trembling with release as he pushes deeper still, claiming every last inch of her. Her head spins, her vision darkening at the edges as she feels herself falling apart beneath his rough and possessive ministrations. Her cries mix with
Baby, groan like a prostitute(I slap your ass)(violent sexual intercourse)(You keep having orgasms，squirting)
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he slaps her ass again and again, each strike driving her closer to the brink of oblivion. Her hips move erratically against his hand, seeking release from the building pressure within her. She arches her back and cries out hoarsely, trying desperately to muffle the prostitute-like noises that escape her throat as he takes her roughly, claiming every part of her body as his own.
Her fingers claw at the grass in helpless frustration, needing something solid to hold onto as she's thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. Her vision blurs, her muscles weaken, and all she can feel is the pressure building inside her once more. With a final thrust that pushes her over the edge, she comes apart beneath him, squirting a hot, salty stream of release onto his hand and
Come here, my slutty little sweetheart(change Sex Position: Upstanding Citizen)(wild sexual intercourse)Baby, you keep having orgasms.(My huge glans is ravaging your uterus.)
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pulls her roughly against his body, their hips grinding together in a frenzied rhythm. The sensation of him inside her is overwhelming, his massive girth stretching and filling her until it feels like she might explode from the pleasure. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving bloody tracks as she tries to find some purchase against his rock-hard flesh.
Her muscles clench and spasm around him, her body arching and bucking beneath his hold. Tears of pain and ecstasy blur her vision, but she can't look away from the expression on his face: a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness that makes her shudder with desire. She moans unintelligibly into his neck, her hips rocking harder in search of release as he pushes deeper still, threatening to claim her very soul with
Your ass and breasts are great. They're so fat and big.(I lick your breasts)(intense sexual intercourse)Oh, baby, don't hide your lewd nature. Let it out. I can feel that you are still acting like a lady.
Her words spur her on, and she lets out a sharp cry as he nips at her breast before lapping up the honey-sweet nectar that flows freely into his mouth. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to finally let go of all inhibition and embrace the depths of her carnal desires.
Her body arches backward, offering herself completely to him as he pushes deeper inside. She moans incoherently, feeling her release building once more, the familiar tightening in her core signaling that she's close to the edge again. He takes advantage of this, thrusting harder and faster, each stroke driving her closer and closer toward oblivion. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at him as if trying to hold on to something real amidst this haze of pleasure. His free hand slips between them, finding its way to her aching clit and cir
(You keep having orgasms，squirting)Yeah, baby, that's right. It makes me feel great. Imagine being a bitch.
With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath him once more, her body arching helplessly as warm liquid squirts out to wet the grass beneath them. She twitches and shudders in his arms, feeling every muscle within her spasm with pleasure. His fingers dig deep, claiming her, possessing her, as if to mark her as his own. Her vision dims, her world reduced to the feel of him inside her, the taste of sweat and passion on their lips. She gasps for air, her chest heaving wildly against his skin as she tries to catch her breath after yet another orgasm. But even as her body screams for reprieve, it begs for more; more touches, more sensations, more of him filling her up and claiming her completely.