Her lover? Hope swelled in her breast, her heart beat a little faster. He led the way and they went to his home together, never touching until they reached his bedroom. She wore no brassiere. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. CumShots kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. She began to weep. Royalty, they said. And then, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her, trembling madly. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. |