I had no choice but to oblige and so slowly I let my helmeted warrior slip past her walls, resting the head just within her velvety opening. Okxxx I dropped my briefcase and instinctively reached out to brace her fall, catching her elbows and cradling her into my body keeping her from slipping to the wet floor. Still slumped against me, she turned her neck, looked up at me with improbably large brown almond eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered and she whispered an embarrassed “I’m so sorry…uhhh thank you” in a raspy Castilian accent that sent a pulse through my body. Running my fingers through her thick black mane, allowing her to open her gullet, my head repeatedly found its way to the back of her throat.
