Base Nature (42 page)

H
e
r
be
lly
tingl
e
d
th
e
n,
was
he
g
o
ing
t
o
take
h
e
r
u
p
o
n h
e
r
o
ff
er
?
T
h
er
e
was s
o
m
e
thing
e
nticing
i
n
a n
e
a
r
ly
sinist
e
r
way
a
b
o
u
t
h
aving
s
e
x
with him
with n
o
t
hing
be
tw
e
e
n
th
e
m
bu
t
b
o
d
y
h
e
at.
He
p
u
sh
e
d
his
face
t
o
the
V
o
f
h
e
r
thi
g
hs
again,
ru
nning his t
o
ng
u
e
o
v
e
r
the
al
re
a
d
y
s
o
dde
n
patch
o
f c
o
t
t
o
n
be
tw
e
e
n
h
e
r
l
e
gs.
L
iv f
o
rg
o
t h
e
r ta
u
nting,
g
a
sp
e
d
and
a
r
ch
e
d
u
p
to
h
is
t
o
ng
ue
.
I
magining
him in h
e
r
m
i
nd
p
u
lling
the panti
e
s
o
ff and
fina
l
ly
p
u
tting
h
is
h
o
t
t
o
ng
u
e
to
h
e
r
clit. She
imagin
e
d
it and
imag
i
n
e
d
it like
a vis
u
al
p
r
ay
er
,
h
o
pi
n
g
aga
i
nst
h
o
pe
that
he
w
o
u
ld
re
ad
h
e
r
m
in
d
.
He
d
i
d
.
He t
u
gg
e
d
ha
r
d
and
the small
b
and
o
f
e
lastic
at
h
e
r
h
ips
snapp
e
d
with
a
tiny
p
o
pping p
r
o
t
e
st.
He
p
u
ll
e
d
the
panti
e
s
o
ff in a swift
m
o
ti
o
n
l
ike
a m
a
gician, pa
u
s
e
d
to
g
r
in at h
e
r and
th
e
n
p
u
t his m
o
u
th
t
o
h
e
r
p
u
ssy and
sta
r
t
e
d
t
o
lick.

L
iv p
u
sh
e
d
u
p
to
m
ee
t
h
im,
f
o
r
cing
h
e
r
l
e
gs
wi
de
r
to
g
e
t
a
s
m
u
ch
o
f
the
f
ee
l
o
f him as
she c
o
u
l
d
.
S
he
t
o
u
ch
e
d
the small
st
r
an
d
s
o
f
p
ur
e
white
that
w
er
e
w
o
v
e
n
in
his
d
a
r
k
e
r than
d
a
r
k
h
ai
r
.
She sift
e
d
h
i
s
hair
th
r
o
ug
h
h
e
r
fing
er
s,
t
u
gging
li
g
htly
so
he g
r
o
a
n
ed
.
“I
d
o
n
’
t
n
ee
d
o
n
e
,”
he
sai
d
, his t
o
ng
u
e
sli
d
ing
u
p
and
d
o
w
n
the
r
i
d
ge
o
f h
e
r
clit and
w
e
t p
u
ssy
so
that
s
he
still
ed
,
h
e
a
r
t
be
ating
t
o
o
ha
r
d
t
o
bre
at
h
e
dee
ply.
“
T
h
er
e
a
r
e
o
th
e
r ways to
g
e
t y
o
u
o
ff.”

G
a
rre
t
t
s
u
ck
e
d
in h
e
r
h
a
r
d
n
ub
,
s
u
cki
n
g
ha
r
d
e
n
o
u
gh
t
o
stir
a
dee
p
e
cho
o
f pl
e
as
ur
e in h
e
r
w
o
m
b
.
H
is thick
fing
er
s p
u
sh
e
d
into
h
e
r
c
u
nt, f
u
cking
h
e
r
in
s
l
o
w
e
v
e
n
st
r
o
k
e
s. Fi
r
st
o
ne
fing
er
,
th
e
n
tw
o
.
Ar
ching
with
an
e
xp
er
t
p
re
ss
ur
e
a
gainst
h
e
r
G
-sp
o
t
so
that h
e
r
b
o
d
y
wa
r
m
e
d
r
api
d
ly,
h
e
r
l
im
b
s
t
i
ngling
a
nd
h
e
avy.
“What
a
b
o
u
t
y
o
u
?”
She
t
o
e
d his c
o
ck, t
r
yi
n
g to
p
u
sh him past his
r
ati
o
n
a
l little
game
plan. No
u
np
r
o
t
e
c
t
e
d
s
e
x.