Tears on her face as she retreated from my grasp
Tuesday night I was reminder of the story of Pan chasing Syrinx. Syrinx is the name the greeks gave to the pipes Pan plays, which are made of reeds. When Pan sought out Syrinx she prayed to her father, a minor river god, and he turned her into reeds. Pan couldnt have his way with her but the sound of the reeds brought him great pleasure so he lashed them together and made his pipes.
Although I wasnt rejected I couldnt help but think of this that night as I chased e~ across the bed with my tongue. Her thighs alternately wrapping and releasing from around my head. Kicking and screaming, all the while directing me to continue and panting "dont stop"
The force at which she insisted on reciprocating was surprising and i buried myself between her legs biting and nipping at ther thighs and side as she made me twitch in X-T-C
When I came with a momentary out of body experience, I felt the instant vertigo of returning to my body as she continued licking and stroking my over-sensitive member. I stretched and all my muscles crackled in unison.
Ahh, the joy of being a satyr.
Hail Pan
Although I wasnt rejected I couldnt help but think of this that night as I chased e~ across the bed with my tongue. Her thighs alternately wrapping and releasing from around my head. Kicking and screaming, all the while directing me to continue and panting "dont stop"
The force at which she insisted on reciprocating was surprising and i buried myself between her legs biting and nipping at ther thighs and side as she made me twitch in X-T-C
When I came with a momentary out of body experience, I felt the instant vertigo of returning to my body as she continued licking and stroking my over-sensitive member. I stretched and all my muscles crackled in unison.
Ahh, the joy of being a satyr.
Hail Pan