<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87877.msg3981930#msg3981930">Quote from: Talk2meguy on 06-12-2010, 16:08:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">If it hadn't been for the cursed ball Edwin would have made it last longer, he would have played with her to the level of finishing and then pulled back as many times as he could before he would change it up and slide his manhood into her causing a whole different type of sensation that would make her last longer but climax greater when she did. <br/><br/>They were however on a time limit, as he sucked, licked and rubbed her sex his free hand reached down to his manhood pulling it from his pants stroking it where she couldn't see it. It was slow, he was making sure that he was ready rather than trying to finish on his own. He loved when she pushed into him and couldn't help but stroke a little faster as he could feel and hear her finish. <br/><br/>He waited until every last shudder  and whimper was out of her before slowly stopping swallowing her juices and licking them from his lips as he rose to his feet, his think manhood in his hands being pulled back and forth as he looked down at his beautiful wife. He wished she had no shirt on at all so that he could have fucked her perfect tits. <br/><br/>Instead he stood there in front of her waiting for her to recover as he softly stroked himself pulling his pants down to his ankles. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>It seemed to take a while for her to catch her breath after the heights her Edwin was able to bring her to.  A soft smile worked across her face when she saw him standing before her.<br/><br/>Watching him stroke himself, she knew that what she wanted most was to make him feel just as good.  She didn’t want to deny him anything, but…  Her eyes went to the infernal clock.  Clocks always seemed to be the enemy.  Night and day they reminded of the tasks to be done or that we were late for the next one.  You go around in circles until you are dizzy.<br/><br/>As she bit her lip, she debated on what to do.  “Edwin, dear, should we be on our way?”  She asked, the guilt showing on her face.  “If I promised to make it up to you, by doing<em> anything </em>you wanted… later.”  She offered with a twinkle in her eye.  Cinderella was even thinking of offering to only wait until they were in the carriage but, depending on which one was prepared, there might be no privacy at all.  It just wouldn’t do for servants to see them.<br/>