And Arcutus, little better off, dropped to his knees in front of her, head down, chest heaving, heart pounding, feeling vindicated and satisfied. Arcutus was in the last throes, his body protesting even as he stroked deeper and deeper and deeper yet into the delicious woman pinned to the wall before him. He wanted to fuck her forever, but his release was undeniable, the pinnacle rising, catching his balls in a vise of pressure so tight he shook as it swelled inside him…then it burst through, roaring down his spine and rocketing through his balls and cock, gushing into her tight, pulsing orfice, a fountain of come filling her as he held himself tight inside her, crushing her against the wall, his cock flooding her with its richness. Sharon turned to him, and was swallowed up by a wave of desire so intense, her legs buckled slightly. He paused and looked at her appraisingly. Arcutus smirked as he noted their wetness. “You are so susceptible to being mind-fucked. He Can Only Hurt You if You Invite Him In
Sharon was still dressed in the cut-offs and t-shirt she wore while packing. He reached into his pocket, then set three purple vials and two bottles of healing elixer down beside the water.
