Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. He sensed him before her, kneeling before her. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. He took one cinnamon hand in both of his. Tears of pain started in her lemon eyes. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. Fetish fourth. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the Fetish clanked against it. |