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Annabelle Hart is taking an airplane for the first time on her way from the Deep South to New York for an old friend's wedding.
She wasn’t sure how she’d fit it all, but she was perversely proud of herself for the accomplishment. Hot sex and melancholy romance in a dark and dangerous world of powerful men, vulnerable females, and deep magic… In each of this "matching pair" of tales, a man and a woman of vastly different social classes break the imperial taboos to share tenderness and lust…to love and mate together. He looked like he couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, she was surprised he was even in the game! The friction of her tight passage was still amazing, I could feel the soft contours massaging every inch of my member as it slid in those moist confines… So slowly, tenderly, I moved in and out. Loud wet smacks of her tits working his cock, Jun occasionally gasping as he humped against her on instinct.Her cell was a small closet off of the hallway close to my bedroom, fitted with silken cushions and a high barred window through which the moon could shine brightly on many nights.
As I ran my hands over her voluptuous body, enjoying the softness of her skin, my touch wandered up across the exquisite pillow of her slightly curved belly, towards the proud breasts… each the size of a ripened sun-fruit, not too large but a firm handful, enticing and haughty somehow in the way they stood out.They tasted sweet in my mouth and were like the starter before the main-course, piquing my appetite and making me hungry for more of him. I have found one that is strong enough, but the leg supports aren't height adjustable so I wonder if I will be comfortable- my stomach might get in the way of my legs resting on the pads comfortably. Suit yourself," Jodie huffed, slamming the sliding door closed and blowing me a kiss by way of a half apology, half goodbye. She looked up, surprised to find the boy holding up his phone and taking several photos of her post shota-fucked state.