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Fallen Angel Part Two ( A Lovers Conversation) “Sir, you are cold, wet and shivering,” my pet gasps. Her soft cheek pressed lovingly into my chest, she tightens her arms around me. “What horrible dream could inflict such cruelty?” Her voice filled with loving concern. “The most terrible of dreams, my pet. A dream so cruel, I want it erased from mind and soul.” I do not hide from my pet how shaken the dream has left me. “I dreamed I knew not where you were. The emptiness that filled my heart was unbearable,” I reply. My throat dry and tight. I place a gentle kiss upon her head. “I am here Sir!” Her words exclaim. I feel a smile form upon her face, as she nestles it tight into ankara escort my chest. In her mischievous voice she asks, “May I ask a question Sir?” “Of course you may my pet.” I reply. I smile as she giggles to herself. Her little girl giggle always makes me smile. “If I were taken away from you, locked away high in a tower in a castle far away, would you rescue me?” Her smile broadens. I feel it upon my chest. My pet is in a playful mood. In a serious tone I reply, “I would not stop to catch my breath nor to rest my weary head, till I rescued you my pet.” I lift her delicate hand to my lips and place a long loving kiss upon it. She slides her leg over my thigh ankara escort bayan across both my legs, pressing her now warm and moist pussy on my hip. She grinds her hips slowly into me, exciting herself. “And if an army of soldiers stood in your path, how would you get defeat these fierce warriors?” Her breath quickens, she pants her words. I feel my cock stir and grow. “Stone, my pet. I would defeat the army with stone. Honed steel will never pierce stone.My heart would turn to cold hard stone, if ever you were not near. If sharp cold steel pierced my chest, no mark would be left upon my heart,” I answer. Her hand slides down my chest, over her leg and escort ankara gently wraps around my cock. With quickened breath she asks, “And if one hundred dragons were guarding the entrance to the castle, would you slay them all and hold me in your arms?” She begins to stroke my cock. I moan at her touch and warmth. Her pussy grinding slowly against my hip. I feel her warm wetness upon my skin. “Fire, I would slay them with fire, my pet.” I inhale deep and quick to fill my lungs so to finish my reply. “The fire that burns in my heart for you is the sun. The fire of one hundred thousand dragons would be but a smoldering ember in dirt, in comparison.” “I would merely walk through the ashes of dragons, blowing in the wind and hold you in my arms,” I answer. She ever so gracefully straddles me. Carefully positions my cock between her wet pussy lips and begins sliding up and down its entire length. Covering it with her warm wetness.