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  • Whatever depths Yavara would go to, Prestira would follow. I wasn’t complaining. Judging by Brock’s face, he wasn’t either. Prestira took a deep breath and composed herself. “Zander thinks that it would be better if we ignored mental defense, and focused solely on counterattacking. This goes against convention, but I suppose you are not a conventional girl. A successful counterattack is incredibly difficult; you must not only react to the place in your mind I attack, but also grab hold of the connection and make it your own. Failing to do either of these things will leave you completely vulnerable to me. Are you ready?” Yavara nodded and locked eyes with Prestira. They stared intensely at each other as the battle raged in their minds, but from an outward appearance, it looked like Yavara was exerting herself much more. Her eyes became bloodshot, her temple pulsed, and her lower lip trembled. With a defeated cumshot groan, she finally collapsed. Prestira sighed, and made Yavara stand up. The possessed dark-elf walked seductively across the room, her hips swaying from side to side, her orange eyes fixated on Brock’s crotch. Brock couldn’t get his pants down fast enough, fumbling desperately with his belt as his eyes shown with eagerness. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take you all the way last night.” Prestira spoke seductively through Yavara’s mouth, her own lips moving silently, “I’m not built for it, japanese I’m afraid. But she is. Here’s a consolation prize.” Yavara bent over at the hips, her thighs pressed together, her dress tightening alluringly around her glutes. She ran her tongue between the orc’s balls before sliding it up his shaft, slowly licking her way to the head. At the other end of the room, Prestira licked her own Big boobs lips, eyes closed in hedonistic splendor. Yavara wrapped her lush mouth about Brock, and slowly descended while maintaining eye contact. Prestira made Yavara continue even brunette after the elf gagged, saliva secreting from her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. An unsightly bulge began to from in Yavara’s elegant throat, but she didn’t cease her advance. She took him to the ass base, and when her nose pressed into Brock’s loins, Prestira let out an exhilarated gasp. Yavara rotated her lips as she ascended, slurping sounds emanating from the seal, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. Up and down, Yavara drew a ponderous path, sheening Brock sensually, never breaking the pattern. I ran with such ferocity, cum running down my face. Janet and Cheryl were talking softly and Terry walked over to the table and sat down saying loudly so Lynne we are still going sky brunette diving tomorrow okay. It was Beliga, one of the girls that I Big boobs slept with the first night. Her blonde hair turned to wire, her smooth skin wrinkled and grayed, and her muscles and organs shriveled up and dissolved. Arthur moved to the side and started licking and sucking on her nipples while his fingers continued working her swollen clit. By now, my cock was erect once again. Tell me what you need, how do I make this right?” Damnit, RJ. Jill watched and smiled with love in her eyes, knowing that we together had made someone else feel wanted. “I’m going back to bed,” I announced. Why why whhhhy am I dropping all of this on him now out of nowhere?! As I felt, caressed, massaged and fondled Shelby she was getting more feral. My mouth was definitely killing me. So many hours had been spent making out and going down on the girls, my tongue felt like it had been worn down to the nub. Evan planned on calling Jason after he got dressed and asked Deana for help, but his phone lit up with his friend's name before he started downstairs. Carole told us the story. I groaned, kissing her back, dueling ass my tongue with hers. Charles didn't notice and she logged on and started chatting online with her girlfriends. ‘Not long, how long do you need?’. She handed me back cumshot the shorts along with her wet clothes and said “thank you for lending me your shirt. Mark asked. Face flushed, chest heaving, my brother grinned back. That company I worked for was an awakening to my latent sexuality, I craved cock and cum. I japanese had long since memorized all their names, getting to know each and every one of them during those weekends in the hospital.
  • I held Brandon’s arm as we walked down the narrow backstreets of Drastin. The buildings loomed over ass us, encasing us in the darkness of their shadows, never allowing the sun to shine against the cobblestones. I suspected my contact lived in this part of the city for that exact reason. Brandon gulped nervously at my side, and I looked up at him with a fond smile. I felt a little guilty about trying to enslave him, but I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. I had hoped that once I got my claws in him, he’d misinterpret his lustful devotion as love, and bind with me, but he was too strong for me to take. After what I’d attempted, I doubted Brandon would ever bind with me, but I still wanted to be with him. Whatever Brandon did, wherever he went, history would be made, and I wanted to be a part of it. The world was standing on the precipice of either something great, or something terrible, and Brandon needed friends like me to guide him to the better path. Besides that, I quite liked the boy. He was funny, awkward in an endearing way, and great in bed. Even after three days, I still walked with a slight limp; a constant reminder of Brandon’s wonderful version of divine retribution. I rested my head on his shoulder, and stared up at him with adoring eyes. “What?” Brandon asked, wearing a nervous smile. He tried to appear casual japanese and confident, but he moved with all the grace of a sodomized giraffe. The city really was not for him. “I was just thinking about Justina,” I said with a sad smile, “I had hoped you’d be her first, but it seems she’s too impatient.” “I’m not doing anything with her until Angela’s out of her head.” Brandon said. “You humans are so prudish about incest,” I smiled, “it’s completely normal in many races.” “It might be normal for sex-fiends like you,” Brandon smirked down at me, “but it is not natural.” “Yes, it is!” I insisted, “If you raise a family of dogs, cats, or any other manner of beasts, the brothers and the sisters will grow up, and they’ll mate with one another one-hundred percent of the time.” “And then half their children will be born retarded,” Brandon countered, “and the other half will be sterile.” “You know,” I smiled coyly as we rounded another corner, “when you make Angela a body, you’re going to have to make every part of it. You’re going to spend pain-staking hours working on each little detail of her vagina.” “You’re fucking disgusting.” Brandon grumbled, though he was grinning. “Oh, you know I am.” I smirked back, pressing my body deeper to his. We stopped at the end of an alleyway, where a studded-iron wood door stood blandly against a stone wall. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I drew my dagger, cut a thin line into the tip of my forefinger, and then let the blood drip onto the carved symbol. The door opened with a foreboding creak, and a pair of big, crimson eyes peered at us from the dark. “Tera Autumnsong,” a soft, feminine voice whispered from the shadows, “I was delighted to get your message; I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.” “Gloria,” I smiled, “it’s been too long.” “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Unfortunately, no.” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself. “Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me, “You certainly look well-fed.” “He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.” “No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying the terrified god on my shoulder, “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You still live in that shithole?” “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s my home you’re talking about!” “And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, brunette both of you.” I dragged cumshot Brandon with me through the Big boobs threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of exotic, gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes, and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a slightly-menacing expression. Jade would’ve loved to watch that but she could see the crowd gathering around her own pedestal. It felt exciting, exhilarating. She moaned like a whore in heat as her father delivered her discipline. Knowing they had a chance to hold their teen dates close and get an occasional kiss. I imagined by hands clamping down hard around her neck… Just then, I heard her unmistakable girlish laughter from the living japanese room. She cumshot responded that brunette she Big boobs has a nanny and so does Sheila. She was embarrassed, sure, but not offended. She hadn't done it since I told her not too. As ass Barbara passed his room Bill yelled “Mom got a minute”. Her body was covered in cum.