I reached the edge of the cleansing pond, and his hard grip caught me around the ribs and wrenched me from the safety of the water.
No! Put me back. And in a flash, I was on the ground, in the dirt on my back. His hands were everywhere. Caressing over me expertly. That nearly reverent touch smoothed along my legs as if they were his favorite part.
He dropped his mouth over mine in an all-consuming kiss. His tongue invading my mouth in the same way I knew his c**k would soon be invading my body.
No! I’ve just healed. Just banished your abhorrent touch. Let me go! But despite all the screaming of my mind, my body was wanton.
My hands caressed over him. Pushing at his shirt to bare his browned flesh and trying to pull him down over me.
How did anyone ever believe he’s that old Magis
