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I clasped the chain about her nape, and planted a tender kiss where the metal met. “You’ll always be Sister Julia to me.” I whispered, holding her tightly from behind. Julia smiled tearfully, and let her head fall on her shoulder, locking gazes with me. Our lips connected below our closing eyes, and I tasted the sweet honey of her kiss for the first time in weeks. It was different now; more passionate, more aggressive, more… everything. I begrudgingly thanked Passion once again, and dripped like butter into the hedonism of my lover. There was a promise behind that kiss, and I grinned internally as I felt it pass between our sucking mouths. It doesn’t really matter what kind of a woman you are, whether you’re pious or agnostic, uptight or free-willed; if your lover gives you jewelry, you must reciprocate. I just didn’t think she’d do it right there. Thank you, Passion; you dead, wonderful, old whore. JULIA Lucilla’s soft lips stoked the flame that I’d let dwindle, her tongue supplied the fuel, and her body set it ablaze. I didn’t know how I’d gotten her pressed against the mirror, my trembling fingers tearing her white turtle neck from her body, her fumbling hands struggling with my belt as our lips smeared spit and lipstick across our devouring mouths. Our noses pressed beside each other and breathed with sharp, desperate intakes as the fervency of our kiss grew, only broken so that I could rip Lucilla’s shirt from her neck. Her fine, platinum hair tangled in disheveled strands with the forcefulness of the pull, and her breasts jiggled delightfully from their release. The glowing, fiery patterns that tattooed her were bright with my desire, illuminating from her and thrumming with the anticipation of her heart. Lucilla finally managed to rip my belt away, and I shoved my pants down as her fingers ripped my blouse along the seam, sending buttons clattering to the floor as my bust burst from the torn cloth. “Oh, god I need it!” Lucilla breathed desperately, her eyes pleading as her hands wrapped around me, “I need it right now!” I needed it even worse. I was shaking with the desire, my motions forceful indian and violent, my patience gone. I grabbed Lucilla by the succulent meat of her thighs, beneath her skirt and above her high stockings, pulled one leg up, and pushed between them. My raging, rigid heat found wet, soft warmth. Her moist petals gave way to my advance, her lewd-lips stretched inwardly as I penetrated, and her tight sheath welcomed me into her with slickening nectar and sucking muscles. Our pelvises met, our breasts flattened together, and our mouths moaned a mutual tone of satisfaction. I slowly sunk the last few inches I had through her tightness, and felt Lucilla’s thighs quiver around me as I touched her bottom. “Holy shit!” Lucilla cried, eyes wide in wonderous pleasure, lips gaping in a pink oval, “Julia, you’re so fucking deep!” “Shh!” I hissed, trying to contain my own exaltation, “There are people right outside!” “I know,” Lucilla grinned an open-mouthed smile, “maybe they’ll complain to the manager.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I smiled. “You’ll just have to think of a way to shut me up.” Lucilla smirked. Lucilla’s stifled screams wetted against my palm as I rammed into her, unable to be gentle, possessed by an animalism that flowed through every vein. Lucilla welcomed my ferocity; locking her heels together behind my hips, sinking her fingers into my rippling glutes and giving me an encouraging squeeze. Her eyes were wide above my pressing hand, her breasts pillowed against mine and slickened with sweat, her ass deformed against the mirror behind her, creating flat circles of flesh that squeaked as they slid up and down, wet with the secretion that ran down her taint. Her body lurched upward with each thrust, accompanied by a suppressed squeal of delight and an internal spasm that seemed to suck me deeper into her. Her weak, feminine tones goaded my new masculinity, and I growled with avarice as I pressed and thrusted harder, compelled by some instinct to break this woman in two. The violence of my motions increased, and Lucilla’s sapphire eyes began to lose focus, lolling in their sockets. The muffled tones that she exalted against my pressing hand weren’t squeals and cries, but guttural, gasping sounds. I couldn’t keep my own sounds from filtering through. Aggressive growls burned past my lips, tones seeped in masculine lust, but expelled with a female pitch. Lucilla released her grip on my driving ass and cupped my flattened breasts. She changed the tenor of my cries with a lecherous squeeze, and milk flowed from my nipples as weak femininity flowed from my red lips. I stumbled backward at the feeling, and barely caught myself on the stool before tumbling to the floor. Rithi will have to intercede herself. “You ready?” Our business with them has put them back at full strength of employees. Nick smiled at me. ‘Lie down sweety.’ He said in quite the dominant tone of voice. Chapter two (Visit One) is also true. Coming back from the war with a pretty indian girl would make Friedrich pretty jealous anyways.” He said with a laugh. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. “Hey there, we need two lanes and a bunch of shoes,” I tell Morty. I couldn’t get myself to look at her for fear of embarrassment. You start to finger fuck my ass and I'm in complete bliss. My ass was sticking up in the air. “I am looking for just the right couple.” His eyes lighted on two people sitting at a table near the front. The fact that she did enjoy the sensation did not mean that she wanted to take part in it. No, he knew. The floor was a mess. “Oh gosh,” Sammy gulped as her belly began to swell, it was actually quite pleasant. Copyright 2018 "Take the ride with me, and have the time of your life now. When she left my hot cum spray inside her she literally exploded. GWAH! Hearing this Kaveri got up and when she saw the falls she too was thrilled with its beauty and as her eyes got accustomed she saw the figure of Mala clad in a towel drying her self and brushing her hair. I teased it round and round, she seemed to wriggle and push against the finger, So I pressed and then a little more until I felt a give and just a little warmth on my finger. Jennie had never had something that size inside her before; it would probably rip her apart. I love your strong hands around my neck and I love your beautiful cock buried in my cunt.”