Lexington Steele Used His Dangerous Weapon

"Cheep!" � She looks up. The little bird curiouses his head side to side. She picks up a red berry and holds it out for him to eat from her fingertips. His tiny beak, pecks the meat from the raspberry, careful not to nip her hand. Her eyes, heavy and dry, unconsciously drift towards the man in interracial the bed . "It's habit," she guesses,� but it could be something more. � She returns to the chair by his bedside, and finishes her snack and tea and, with sated stomach and a sigh of relief, she arches her back and stretches, drifting off and away into dreams of her own. Visions fill her head, of flesh and light. She grinds in the chair, teased by the scents of their bodies as they intermingle and swirl all around her. They find their way deep inside her and tantalize her blood, enticing her with a carnal pulse way down in the depths of her core. She half wakens with a shudder. A moist heat and an uncomfortable throbbing grow in her, causing her to moan with an appetite that’s not for food.� She is too tired not to feel it but way too tired to give in. � The chatter of the morning fills the air. The new day's sun shines upon the eyes of the man in the bed. He wakes with a start, in a place unfamiliar.� His vision is unfocused and burns in the brilliance, his ears pound with the sound of his own heart.� His brain fills with remembrances, of death and agony and blood and screams.� Panicked eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, as adrenaline courses through his veins and set his thoughts ablaze. The light focuses through the window and pulls his attention to the figure in white,� sleeping fitfully, in the rickety chair overlooking his bed. Her face, alien, yet familiar, is adorned in a serenity that settles his pulse and fears.� The sun’s rays silhouette her curves, as it glows upon her skin, flickering through the diaphanous cloth, offering him a glimpse of her. His pulse quickens again, at urges more rousing, more passionate, than animal or cruel. Figments, of days past, filter through him fondly. Her soft healing touch, the firmness of her breast against his chest, the warmth of the energy she seemed to will into him, and that soft soothing melody she hummed, that charged� him against surrender. � From where these visions come, he does not know. From where she has come and how they had happened to this place, he realizes he's blind to that too. He watches as the light touches on her face and, as her chest rises and falls, reveals more to him of her subtle charms. She looks soul-spent, but beautiful. He turns to his side and grimaces at the stiffness in his neck and shoulders, his neck cracks and he freezes in a moment of ecstatic release. � She wakes, just like she's done every time the bed creaked under the return of his discomfort. She stretches her back, raises her arms to the sky with a stiff, side to side sway, then opens her eyes to check on his state.� She smiles when she sees, he's awake and his pain is now at ease.� Her eyes spark with an energy that seems to command her body to life and, with a slow and deliberate effort, she stands from her vigil, slips off her dress, places it on the seat and drifts towards him, watching his attention embrace her as she closes the distance between. � His eyes dilate as they trace the contours of her hips and the delicate curves of her waist.� They track the scars that flow from just under her chest and across her ribs, only to wane from his view behind the soft indentation in the crook of her arm. She flushes as they widen at the sight of her small but firm breasts, and� again, when they touch Big Boobs upon the subtle mound of flaxen strands that adorns her sex. Their� eyes meet� again and he sees a longing, no, he sees a knowing, a burning and honest sense of things, that drowns out the distance of their ages,� entwining their fates within a single thread. “Unless it’s my own.” he agreed. I am inclined to agree with his assessment, especially after today's close call." I gave it to her. She had seen many classical movies of young virile Japanese girls being plane jacked and wondered if this was the case with her.She got up from her seat and approached the cockpit having never wanted the services of an air hostess whenever she flew.She tapped twice on the cabin steel door and watched it hiss open.There sat another man in grey pants and shorts.Definitely wasn’t the pilot he started the flight with.She felt her airway squeeze when she finally managed to squeal a “who are you?” I Anyway, I was dumbstruck and I'm sure Connie felt my hesitancy. What do you think? “Yes,” he said. There was a bitter tasted to his meat. Eva took her spot behind me, and Furia took her spot behind Kiera. I will cherish your cherry but you now know it is mine. He saw her slick winking cunt and said. Figures flying fast towards us. “Just drinking my pee! “Monica, I think we’re done for today. “Oh?” I asked as I was getting dressed. "Lick that last little bit. We had made love on and off all day it seemed everything else was just taking a breather. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and farmland that surrounded her, there didn't seem to be any town nearby. I rewarded her efforts with about a gallon of jizz. To come Big Boobs into the shops now was pleasant because with all the money that is waiting for me. I also look at girls in a different way now and this is a bit scary. My boi mounted me from behind and kind interracial of quickly drove his cock up my ass. Sam then grabbed a wax strip. Laying your body on our bed with your head on the pillow; I decide that I want some photos of you this way. She looked down to see his cock tantalizingly close to her pussy, and Michael reached down with a hand to guide it to her entrance.