---- Her hips lifted off the wood, trembling with the sforce her pussy spasmed in waves of pleasure. Rousse pushed her to the edge, licking and sucking every last drop like he'd die without it. His own hand went to his pants, yanking out his cock and stroking it fast. He knew he wasn't going to clike a living man, he didn't produce semen. That would be too much of a miracle. But he did feel pleasure, the ecstasy of reaching climax.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvery twitch and jolt of an oncoming orgasm, like his balls really were full and pumping up to his shaft. He could almost feel the fluid releasing through the swollen head. His hand moved more urgently along the thick length, trying to. catch that final thrill before it faded on its own. But as he licked her slowly and growled from his knees, chasing his own sensations, Meridiana grabbed his tousled blond hair. "Rousse, I'm doing this for you...
I want to touch you too," her breathy voice echoed above his head. The general looked up at her through the shadows. Her expression-a mix of innocence and wicked charm. When she fell silent, hesitating, she began climbing down from the table. "Baby, you don't have to do that, Meridiana, I just need your pleasure, my love..." He tried to hold her by the waist, but she was already on her feet. She leaned forward and kissed his chest. Her small hands caressed the chiseled muscles of his abs.
Rousse growled through his teeth when he felt her tongue flicking at his nipples and her nails scraping near his cock. Damn, it felt so good to have nerve endings-to feel her hot breath, the wetness of her saliva, the warmth of her breathing on his skin. "m not just doing it for you, my love... I want to touch you too, my general." His cock twitched harder, even stiffer, when Meridiana's hand wrapped around the shaft and teased his foreskin. Then Rousse noticed something.
---- Her fingers were coated in dark magic-it felt slick, slippery, and she was stimulating him from the outside with it. It was like his own cock was leaking precum to lube her scorching strokes. He bowed his head, moaning into her soft blonde hair. His restless hands reached for her gorgeous breasts.
He sank into the soft flesh, slipping her nipples between his knuckles, squeezing and teasing them in pulsing motions Hunched over the moaning woman in front of him, they looked like two silhouettes doing indecent things. The general's lustful hisses echoed off the walls. Meridiana stroked him up and down in an awkward way that drove him wild despite her inexperience.
At the pace she was going, not only had she pulled off the miracle of raising this "dead man," she might even make him " shoot milk" and pull water from a dry well. Rousse felt capable of anything-and was already thinking about awarding his cock a medal of "Excellence" for staying firm in the face of adversity.
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