Quattourdecim

​"And now."

​He had no idea to whom he had referred to. The words just dropped. Probably his glottis had slacked and his instinct worn.

His pain had been feasted on and pleasure was having the best part of him. His options at that moment were plumpy and he could obviously make sundry craves of them.

He tarried in the gloom of indecision and did process the magical pulls pruned by the rage and wail of pain.

He had gotten many reasons to sort his recent thoughts. But he was merely conscious. Conscious of what he couldn't fathom.

Twasnt the time to think at all. Twas the time to act. The time of thinking were gone. He probably would be a big mistake if he wouldn't make meaning of all rage time would lease.

He needed his composure than any other thing at that moment. But obviously, there was no point in hewing his stances.

He already knew what he was and his stance. Denying it would just be more of a faker skin. He wouldn't make pain of his time.

His ticker was torn by pored pleasure and of course he wouldn't resist anymore.

He did let the fluid permeate his mental horizon and gave in to the urge tamed time would not lodge.

The boobs in his palms were soft. Of course they should be. But they were not any type of soft.

So soft that he did fear that they might tear or burst open under his rude cum ruthless touch.

He squeezed them gently. His erection was obviously responding. That was what he had been expecting.

His hands were in the middle of both tits. He kept squeezing as though he was squashing a lime from which he wanted water.

He didn't know whether or not he needed their milk. He didn't know that the Nymph could quake under his touch. Her visage was calm.

A part of him was afraid. He thought probably she didn't want it. But upon that thought did she prune marred moan as he held the nipples and fiddled with them.

Her legs beneath him danced and pulled or dragged rhythmically as though she was going to fight for relief, but she wasn't going to give up.

He kept taunting her boobs as she kept quaking beneath. He loved the feeling. The feeling was heavenly.

He knew that he had never felt such before. His instinct had been severed.

Not quite the bad sign though. He was rather a push up.

Then she grabbed his head again since she couldn't just savor the pleasure for naught. She needed to stimulate it.

And since the erections were not in, she would suck his mouth till his acumen toss him the right thing to do.

He agreed as she dragged him closer. Their lips met as the taunting of her boobs reduced. He wasn't so skilled.

He couldn't simply concentrate on the biddings he had set on earlier. He was simply becoming a pawn.

He let her have her best of the pleasure as she clicked her tongue and fiddled with his tongue.

Her boobs were wet. Probably they were crying. She didn't want him to stop squeezing them.

She didn't want him to quite pruning the pleasure. He was already squeezing harder and faster. He was been ruthless at that moment.

Twasnt soft any more. The nipples were hard and the boobs, conscious. His left hand slid from the left boob and made for her neck.

He needed to interrupt. He needed to convince her about the pleasure.

She seemed to understand and did release his mouth. He then traced his tarred tongues across her face.

He sucked her nose. He had no idea what he was doing. That didn't even matter.

What mattered was that he was having the best of time. He traced his tongue down to her oesophagus and worked his mouth across that region.

He hoped that would taunt her enough. His right hand was yet fighting on the two tits.

One would squeeze the right and move to the left. He had no idea why he had taken his left hand from there.

Then he slid his right hand too and had both hands beside her on the soft berth they were on.

His mouth would do quite the judgements at that moment. He was to be the judge and his judgement would be quite the reflection of rage and pleasure.

And he was already on it. He left the neck and kissed her all through to her boobs. He did visit the shoulders, but there was nothing of great deal there.

She tasted like myrrh made into a dough of honey. But getting to the tits, of course he couldn't ignore. Who would ignore bounty boobs?

He wished he could cup the two his mouth at a time but twas merely a wish. He sucked them delicately as she kept quaking.

Then he made for the left nipple and bit it gently. His teeth were trained. He was used to it. He kept on the trade.

She seemed outta control at that moment. Her hands were on his erection. He didn't know how she had had a hold on it.

She probably couldn't wait any longer. She probably was done waiting. She probably wanted something strong and keener.

Of course she wanted to feel him within. But he wasn't ready. He would distract her. He slid his right hand towards her abdomen and halted upon her well.

She wanted to explode beneath him. That feeling was great. He drove two of his fingers into the well as she mumbled. He didn't know what she said.

But instead of her to release the erection, she held it tighter and would never let go.

He danced the finger in the well as though he wanted to swig a cup of her juice.

She was taunted. She couldn't deny. She was conquered. She couldn't deny it.

He was truly the master of the act. She left the erection as he left the well.

Then he drove his erection into the paved well and had his two hands on the raging boobs.

That was his final judgement. He rode her mercilessly as though he was on some spiritual horse. She maoned.

Started gently, but couldn't help it anymore, under the squeezing and riding. There was nothing she could on to. He was having all the fun.

She sure knew that. It wasn't a crime. She wanted to hold his head and suck annoyance out his mouth, but his head was far away.

His hands were ruthless as well as his erection. His juice flooded her well and bursted it open. The end did come!