It was almost as if he didn't care about her needs and simply pounded her into the bed. Almost as if he was a callous brute and unconcerned about her, something she knew he was not. Something he could never be. Aricia moved slowly, biting her bottom lip once more against the soreness, and went to the doorway, feeling the cool breeze caress her. She inhaled deeply, a myriad of scents she didn't recognize floating to her. The air smelled of ocean, and Aricia could see the dark rocky beach far below her, and then the whitecaps of the ocean in the distance. The palace was not near an ocean, of that she was sure.She turned and made her way back into the bedroom, going to the simple looking door. She passed her hand over the panel to unlock it, but it didn't move. She did it again and still nothing. Aricia turned once more, allowing her eyes to take in more of the room. As at first glance it was dreary and not at all designed for comfort in any way, not even remotely. There were no. As she started to tire, Carter stopped moving, then let her get off of him, and sit on the couch next to him. Her legs spread wide, he kissed his way up one leg, and then the other. He reached up, and took hold of her thong, and pulled it off her, the left leg, and then the right leg. He threw it across the room, smiling. He came back between her legs, which were spread apart, the arch of her shoes on his shoulders, the stilettos slightly digging in to the front of his shoulders. He kissed the top of her thighs, moving his right hand under her lower back while his left hand lightly toyed with her clit. Raising his chin, Carter set to work, the tip of hi tongue flitting and lightly teasing her clit, while two slightly curved fingers softly stroked the inside of her pussy. Lisa started to moan, bringing her hands to her breasts, taking the nipples between her fingers as she massaged her breasts through her shirt. Carter then inserted a third finger, and started stroking and licking.
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