tasteofskye

“Lick me right here,” she said, spreading her pussy lips and touching her clit with one hand.” “If you lick me here, I will be in heaven.” I reached the tip of my tongue and just touched her clit, flicking my tongue gently. “Oh hell yeah…just keep doing that…” Carol grabbed my hair and held my face in her pussy. She ground her clit against my tongue. My face was covered with her juices. Her pussy smelled wonderful. I think I developed my lifelong love of eating pussy in that moment. “Mmmmm…ohhhh…oh God…mmmm.” Carol moaned, her breathing becoming more rapid. She dug her heels into my back as she rubbed her pussy harder against my tongue and face. “Awwww…yeah…yeah…GOD!!” Carol’s body tensed and thrashed, her back arched sharply as she came in my mouth. “Wow…oh my God…your tongue feels amazing.” She released her grip on my hair and let me come up for air.

Some time later—perhaps ten or twenty minutes, though I had no way to know for sure—a door opened in the wall I could see through my thighs. I hadn't even realized there was a door, until then.

He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.