Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that. Her moans sounded very close and the pressure on her chest was all too real. She slowly opened her eyes as best she could only to see someone paying great attention to her chest, she would have screamed if the feelings she was having weren't so wonderful as she felt the stirrings between her thighs her pink lips becoming hot and wet with each stroke of the mans tongue and fingers. It was at this moment that she realized her wrists were restrained as she tried to struggle against him, at this he.Read More
