My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. Indian Sex She wore a slutty secretary’s outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through. “Fucking slut! I pushed away and found the nervous Brasher. Brasher finally took his body armor off and dropped his thick, webbed belt and tore off his shirt. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. For Thamina and for Lilith. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later. “Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. “Shit,” Brasher muttered. Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my skin. “I’ll make sure things run smooth, Master!”
“I know you will. The elevator dinged; I was pressed into the rear of the elevator as my protectors piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates—Brasher and Santillian.
