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It calmed her somewhat. The Creature kept tilting lactation the gourd. It was too wide for her mouth and there was too much water for her to drink. He japanese emptied the gourd and the overflow spilled down her front, soaking her blue work shirt blouse. The cave was cold and damp; along with the cool water, her nipples hardened and poked against the wet fabric. The Creature tossed aside the gourd. Melinda followed where his eyes were gazing. She looked down at her wet blouse that was plastered against her full breasts. She felt a chill run up her spine. Had she been looking at his face, she would have noticed the corners of his mouth curling upward in a slight smile. FOREPLAY He kneeled down in front of her. Now they were almost the same height. Melinda was looking at his face again but there was no hint of emotion or intent. “Please, let me go,’’ she said in a quiet, calmer voice. If he understood - and that was doubtful - her words had no impact. Melinda noticed a movement. His right hand/paw was moving up toward her chest. His index finger, which had a pointed half-inch nail/claw, extended toward the tip of her breast. She caught her breath as the nail poked at her hard nipple. “NOOOOOOooooo. Don’t. Don’t touch me.’’ He lightly traced around the nub, which hardened even more. His hand moved to her other breast and repeated its light probing of that pleasure bud. Melinda again felt like she would faint. She shook her head, trying to retain a grip on reality. “No, I can’t faint. Who knows what he might do to me,’’ she thought. Both of his large paws cupped her breasts, lifting them. His thick thumbs rubbed over the hard nipples, flicking them through the cloth. He flattened both of her mounds with his palms, rubbing them against her chest. “AAAhhhhaaammm,” she gasped. Melinda realized he was handling her breasts in a gentle yet commanding manner. While one hand moved back and forth between her breasts, the other moved up and his finger pad traced over her full lips, feeling their softness. Then he moved his hand up and ran his fingers through her dark hair. The Creature then stopped his fondling and reached for something on the stone floor. He held it in his left and rubbed the claw/nail of his right forefinger back and forth over the rough stone. Melinda could hear a rasping asian noise. Like any good craftsman, he was preparing a tool for the job. “Oops!” She exclaimed as she looked lactation down between her legs. I am too young to die like this!” Cato took a light grip of the iron rod and pulled it out with a jerking movement. Trevor force fed his cock down the willing throat with a slow steady rhythm. “You’re an intelligent young man, French, but you’re inexperienced in the way of the asian world. “And you did, right?” Nicole asked. He grips her hips with his hands and uses her japanese pelvis to pull her back over him, and it must be unbearable for Palonae’s face is a rictus of discomfort. But do you deserve it?” But I hope that was just the beginning." They slept the rest of the afternoon together with Glenda smiling and entertaining the ‘batman’ in her bed. “Honestly, I don’t know… I not gay, obviously.” “Sorry sweetheart I think us sharing him might be too much of a shock for the first night,” Barbara said to her, making Philip gasping in shock. In one go I was completely buried in her already soaking wet pussy and she started riding me like there was no tomorrow. “What a bunch of dick weeds. “Sorry,” I said, giving a sheepish grin. She was so grateful that Joseph did not seem to dwell on her strange mood swings. The Eleventh Elven Elevation Chapter 2