Heelas skin is dairy soft, I suspect she is artificially created.
The thought makes my right arm tighten around her, drawing the small frame close.
Heela feels me move and pushes back into me, grinding her plump bottom against my pelvis.
I thought the familiars were cruel, but this is on a whole other level.
Whatever ideas I had about her, are much worse.
I spent four hours as a naked limp doll in her arms, and she took advantage of every minute.
Biting into me every hour on the hour.
Pressing our bare bodies together every minute in between.
Like Lucci said, she doesn't care.
I am glad I get a chance to rest, it feels good laying in the sheets.
I much prefer the floor though.
She is satiated for now, I big spoon the clothe less woman, running my hand up and down her body when I feel her energy about to burst.
It is a slow rise, but I can tell she is in need.
