Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

I need to see the latest episode, wehh. Fade soon?

He was eager to take her as often as she would permit, so when Tuwawi rose up to greet his body with her own curved to fit snug against his own, Njal took full advantage. While in the night he had been feverish in his desire and thoroughly aggressive, the lazy morning-after brought with it a strong lethargy. He was slow and careful this time, between the playful prodding of his nethers. When the woman shifted and granted him full access, Njal slid as close as he could get - once more experiencing his wife in an intimate fashion. The quiet could not be held on to for long. After a few rhythmic motions against her, he began to pick up the pace - elated by the contact, and reminded of how visceral his attraction to her in the night had been. Limbs wrapped at her hips, caught in the natural crookedness on either side; mirth grew and spilled over swiftly. Tuwawi was well-seeded with the future of Swiftcurrent -- the future of the Sveijarn.