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The elf took a moment to recover from the blow, then looked over her shoulder at Prestira, and began crawling lasciviously away, her skirt riding her hips. Prestira watched her go, undoubtedly admiring her handy work. She brought that hand to her nose, and inhaled, her eyes rolling a little. Coming back into focus, she tentatively poked out her tongue, and tested the taste of one finger. She raised her eyebrows, then she tested the other four, making sure Yavara watched her do it. Prestira was sexually competitive, if not combative, and I knew her well enough to know she viewed Yavara as competition. I wasn’t so vain to think that I was the prize, though I was sure Prestira enjoyed the idea of testing her lecherous mettle against Alkandi’s incarnation; no, it was just Prestira’s nature. She hadn’t been born with magic, but learned it and mastered it through countless hours and horrific self-sacrifices. Not being a natural-born meant she had to constantly prove herself, and so developed quite the chip on her shoulder. Yavara was a natural-born harlot (to put it nicely), and Prestira once again set herself to prove that experience trumps genetics. 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 beaver Yavara was exerting herself much more. Her eyes became bloodshot, her temple pulsed, and her lower lip trembled. With a defeated 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 amateur 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, 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 lips, eyes closed in hedonistic splendor. Yavara wrapped her lush busty mouth about Brock, and slowly descended while maintaining eye contact. Prestira made Yavara continue even 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 base, and when her nose pressed into Brock’s loins, Prestira let out an exhilarated gasp. Yavara rotated her lips as she blowjob ascended, slurping sounds emanating from the seal, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. Up and down, Yavara drew a ponderous path, cumshot sheening Brock sensually, never breaking the pattern. He quickly went to her ass-end and shoved the small spit up her cum-slippery hole and fastened it to the main bar. “Lick me!” I moaned, her fingers digging into her rump. “Enjoy your meal.” she said then she turned and walked sway. Cassandra tilted her head, leaning a little closer, “What was that?” She didn’t get fucked by him before marriage, maybe she had too many cocks to think about him. I swear you were wearing something made from butter.” It was then that I became of the other girls all around us, staring at me amateur angrily. “Ahh, yes, you horny, fuckin’ cunt. She is the complete, beautifully spoken lady in public, though very articulate and verbose while having sex. If he tries anything untoward then we will have to rethink. Apparently, neither did she. “You said you busty were going out tomorrow.” Smiling at my daughter Rebecca, her light brown hair bouncing as she runs. Later that night, in bed by myself, I would re-imagine the scene by the pool. None of them labeled as to what was in each one. She was amazed that she was developing feelings for him which were more than just a virtual friend. "Becky, you were biting me," he tries cumshot to explain in a loving voice. "Well?" she said. While she was gone I again asked Ryan to free me, but he leaned over me, kissed me, ran a blowjob finger up my slit and beaver said, “Yes, yes,” she stammered, sobbing. I yowled while purring. Sie drückte mir noch einen Kuss auf die Lippen, dann küsste sie sich an meinem Hals wieder herab, und dieses Mal stoppte sie nicht am Schlüsselbein. “L-let me help you, okay? It was set. We all chipped in by gathering firewood. This one was better. I stopped thrusting and told Kendra. Then the bliss retreated, the flood withdrawing, leaving me buzzing with euphoria. Another Several of the religious leaders appeared a few totons later as per Ambrose's request.