She said “If we are going to be husband and wife it only natural that we share the same bed.” With that I helped Eva move me into her room. From that point forward things changed a little, we had sex almost every day, at least once a week she would wake asian me up by first stroking me to get me hard, the sucking on me until I came in her mouth. Other times when she gave me a blow job, she would have me cum on her tits or have me perky shoot on her face. After supper I would sit on the couch and watch TV, before she would join me she would go and change in some sexy lingerie. Many times during or after sex she would say to me “I'm your wife, you own me” That was almost 4 years ago, as far as the rest of the world knows homemade we are married, and we both love it that way. (If you would be interested in how thing changed after we became husband and wife let shaved me know and I'll continue.) Chapter Twenty-Five LEVERIA “…three, two, one!” Elena grunted, and with a heave, we tossed Sir Fraldias’s corpse down the spiraling staircase. It clanked and boomed as it disappeared into the stone blackness, then ended with a distant splash. “How are you going to explain it?” Elena asked, catching her breath. “I’m the queen of the Highlands; I don’t need to explain anything.” I smiled, wiping the blood off on my already-ruined night gown, “No one will question me about a missing knight, but a dead one at my door would’ve raised some eyebrows.” “It’s going to stink in here if you leave him down there.” “The escape route leads to a drainage pipe that empties into the Bentius Bay. Sir Fraldias is likely halfway past the docks already.” Elena snorted, and pulled the lever by the fireplace. “And so Sir Piss and Shit is flushed.” The secret passage closed, leaving only a brick wall. We turned around to look at the state of the room. A trail of blood Brunette led from the door, ruining a beige rug that had been woven by dawn-elf textiles, the very best in Tenvalia. The satin bedsheets were soaked in blood, sweat, and worse, and our clothing was a disaster of fluids. “That’s a lot of evidence.” Elena muttered, “The servants will talk.” “Hmm.” I mused, turning back around, “I am rather cold.” A minute later, the evidence was the tinder for a roaring fire, the priceless rug and luxurious sheets turned to fuel to bathe our bodies in warmth. We stood side by side, naked and filthy amateur from the night before. I dared to touch fingers with her, and she dared to clasp our hands. And when I rested my head on her shoulder, she did not flinch or move away. It was a delicate thing, whatever this was, and so we tended it like an ailing infant, cautious and gentle. “Do you wanna fuck again?” I whispered. “Yeah.” She whispered back. Here, we were not cautious, nor gentle. Elena had me against the wall, driving as though to break me through it, forcing her cock so deep into me I thought she might pierce my womb. My legs splayed wide for her, my thighs jiggling with the ferocity of her thrusts, her fist entangled in my hair so that she could plunge her tongue into my mouth, tasting my surrender, my depthless need for her hatred, her lust, her… whatever this was. Then her foot was pressing my face into the cold stone floor, and my ass was perched high in the air so that she could fuck my sucking shithole, her girth stretching me enough that my rim clung to her with every retreat, my pelvic floor tenting about her pole, heinous pleasures singing through parts of me that were not meant to know such things. I was looking forward tasting her pussy . I started licking and sucking on her pussy . Her hips was moving up and down with every lick with my tongue. It filled my mouth, so much so, it leaked out and dribbled down on his belly and ran down that mahogany shaft, covering my hands in the process. 'So, how do you like your gift?' It’s time to call it quits.” He was leaning on his elbow just like he often did downstairs on the sofa when he was reading his comics. I really started to feel a bit fuzzy. Becky said that was early in to my take over and we still had a small group, and everyone lived in house with me but now I have expanded to three counties and am growing so the asian AI’s will help keep track. Earn a special reward if you get Paul Harpsicord. She was panting heavily, moaning as she adjusted herself on Brock, her body a marvel of jiggling motion. I need it.” She panted, rolling off him onto her back and spreading her legs. Laying down, back against the bed sheets, my cock stood tall as I kicked off my shorts. I probably would have...I don't know..." But I don't want to upset you." “Oh, Gods, yes.” Jessica twisted right then left as the crushing pressure on her neck continued to grow. PABLO DIABLO I was only halfway there. My orgasm started in the pit of my stomach and extended to every single nerve ending. "Nudity is the norm around here, and you'll homemade need to bare your backside like the rest of us if you want to fit in," Charlotte said with a grin. Apparently, my appointment as chief of police was an open secret. perky I wiggled against the hand that moved to my cock and worked the juices covering it into my skin. “I brought plenty of booze, and those doctors can’t stop me from getting hammered.” That indicated that the Saturday night of the following week a party is scheduled. shaved "Well . . . Computerized records won't be of much use in the short Brunette term. That I’ve fucked more guys than I care to think about?” The Government ordered the Red Cross to leave, they accused them of aiding and abetting terrorists. Don’t mind if I do.” By that time the sticky tape was either gone or useless, the breeze, and the angle that Lucy was leaning at, gave everyone a great view of those magnificent cones. I woke up n realised I had a wet dream. I opened the picture I got from mom again and my dick swelled like never before. I'll be back shortly, and it better be clean then or I'll string you up amateur as before." It was unfamiliar and I was sure it hadn't been there that morning. “I missed my serving of cream last night, how about a quick blowjob?” I thought for a second, figured I could get my coffee at work instead of stopping on the way and replied, “I can’t argue with that.” I He sat up on the edge of the bed; I stepped closer to the bed and opened my pants. "Yeah! “She is. Momo, say hello.” Mom’s breathy moans were becoming rough cries, each note punctuated with a gasp for air.