Xena erotica fisting gabrielle fiction

In the evening I mend your clothes and boots then I cook for you again and the next day I do it all over again. It's exactly where she belonged. The heat of Gabrielle's tongue was quickly replaced with the coolness of evaporating saliva and then finally with an intense tingling that begged for more. She wants to slug some guy on the head and drag him behind a bush and have the Amazon way with him. They began with a rhythmic set of exercises of attacks and defenses. The terrible pain passed. Placing a gentle finger under Xena's chin she raised the warrior's head until their eyes met.

Closing my eyes, I was unaware of anything except the overwhelming sensation of Xena's fist pounding my pussy Xena has never been this rough with me before. She didn't want Gabrielle to feel ashamed or unhappy with what they had shared. I never thought something like this could happen to her…. And I noticed she's avoiding my eyes again, which is very out of character for her.