I knee-walked beside her, began to stroke the soft hair covering the Khajiit’s legs and buttocks, the finer matting on his chest. I flicked and pinched his pinkish nipples, tongued my way from one to the other. Pushing him prone to the sleeping furs, I commenced licking him all over, as I imagined a cat might groom itself – or one another. The taste was of ‘normal’ sweat and sister the spice I yet could not identify. I licked his ears, cheeks and whiskers, almost lipless mouth, kissed him; he returned it as a cat might lap milk, tongue darting in and out instead of swirling, dueling my own. My tongue travelled over his sharp teeth, reminding me of Serana’s. I shivered, suddenly needing that member to indulge my nipples as I pushed away thoughts of the arrogant vampiress. Ingjard seemed almost frantic in homemade her treatment of his first shaft as I proffered him a swollen teat, then the other. He actually kneaded my breasts – thankfully, claws retracted – purring all the while as he licked and indian sucked; reached for my dripping sex, prodded, flicked, poked. Growling, I straddled his face. His whiskers tickled my thighs so that I snickered, abruptly gasping as his oral appendage darted at my nether lips, traced the outline, grazed my crevice. When it encountered my Sword of Dibella I shouted my pleasure, grabbed his head in both hands as if to thrust it inside me. It felt… exquisite, certainly unlike anything I had heretofore known. His tongue buzzed all over my aching cleft, darted, as would a hummingbird, probing, desi seeking my nectar. Abruptly he seized my swollen bud; I climaxed in a shudder, crying out as cartoon my trembling body arched, jerked. I half-stood to my knees, removing my over-sensitive sheath beyond reach of that talented tongue. I waited to see if they would bring her to the door, when it was obvious that they had just dropped her off I took my bathrobe off and answered the door naked. He arrived moments later, “Who left that lump of scrap metal by the front door?” he demanded. “Her face is all screwed up but apart from that she looks okay. Until now at least. With everyone watching she got down on her knees in front of the guy, unzipped his trousers, pulled his cock out and started sucking. She howled with indignation, struggling in vain to escape the creature’s sister grasp. "Don't first fucking touch me Hunter," she warned, posturing aggressively. And the levee broke. My heart sank in my stomach as I cartoon realized this would be hell to explain. She spun around, lapping at the creamy concoction and sucking away at the hard member still. Nice of you to come to see us.” All day long she just couldn't get that morning's strange experience out of her mind. "What are doing here?" "I-I'm fine." I was sitting at his wet bar when he entered the room, so I stood up and faced him. I valued Claudia enough desi to check her mind and saw a mild bipolarity. She looked at her daughter for confirmation and got homemade a nod of agreement “The weather sucks mom.” I wanted to feel her panties, I wanted to feel underneath her panties . . . She was mostly joking, but she wouldn't complain if James wanted to stick around a little longer. I indian grinned. It was enough to coax him into moving. "We have had a lot of bad news lately honey," Sally spoke calmly but her voice sounded shaky. My bra follows next.