Greta Carlson with Kelly O'rion - Wet Undies

“I don’t have to go, Yavara.” I said taking her hand, “You can abandon this conquest, book passage on a ship for Terondia across the sea, and we can live together in peace for the rest of our lives.” I kissed the ring on her finger, the Tiadoa family crest she still wore, “But if you want to be queen, then you better not be late for your own war.” Yavara smiled sadly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “It would’ve been easier if you never showed up at Prestira’s bar.” “It wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.” I said getting to my feet, pulling her up with me, “If I’d heard you were the Dark Queen from a crier, and they sang of your evil from every rooftop in Bentius, I still would’ve raced across the battle lines to find you.” I gazed into her orange teen eyes, “It’s pathetic, really.” “I love you so fucking much.” Yavara whispered. “I love you too.” The Protaki and Terdini had already formed a column when Yavara and I emerged from the hut. The rangers undoubtedly knew the exodus was happening, but they wouldn’t risk attacking a force this size. They’d shadow the orcs’ movements threesome to pick off stragglers, perhaps attempt to slow their progress with obstacles, but ultimately, they’d return to Castle Thorum before nightfall, and the orcs would be out of reach the next day. Zander had Yavara’s horse ready for her, a protective arcane membrane surrounding him and the nearby steeds. Brock Hardcore bestrode teacher an enormous bull beside the wizard, his back straight, his muscular body gleaming in the morning sun. He watched as Yavara hoisted herself onto her horse, a move that required her to spread her legs with her hips parallel to the ground. Brock saw what she wanted him to see, and he turned right to me, and made eyebrows. I giggled like a pining maiden, biting my finger and shifting my weight to one hip. My newfound female heterosexuality was absolutely hopeless, and my male homosexuality was even worse. I’d thought it might be gone after the alcohol had worn off, but no; I cum was still very attracted to Brock Terdini. It galled me that a strong-willed woman such as myself would be so sexually submissive, but I guessed it was just a lack of confidence. Confidence would come with more experience, but until then, I’d be the pathetic slut on my knees, begging for it. Well, that was fine; more than fine. Brock saluted to me, then turned the salute into a blown kiss. I caught the metaphorical lips, and brought them to my crotch with a smirk. He laughed, then kicked his heels into the bull’s flank, and raced to the front of the column. Zander nodded toward me as he trotted away, and Yavara waved, her neck craning to see me until she was gone. “Why so morose?” Prestira asked, stepping beside me, “We’ll see them in a week.” “Is that how it’s going to be now?” I dried my eyes, “A conjugal visit of a day, then a week of separation?” “Not separation.” Patricia said from my other side, “Prestira and I can talk to Mom from any distance.” The vampire looked at me side-eyed through her veil, “Apparently, Brock is currently saying some very interesting things about you.” I sniffled. “He’s got a big beak and he likes to squawk, doesn’t he? Well, my little birdies like to chirp as well, and they told me some very interesting things about our ultra-alpha, hyper-heterosexual Froktora.” Patricia looked at me curiosity. “Oh? And what manner of bird are you? A parrot, perhaps?” I zipped my fingers over my lips. With there being shapeshifters among the male prisoners, the prison authorities were obliged to take measures to avoid escape attempts by changing identity. “I guess,” he said and slid his middle finger inside Deana's pussy. I have a blender that I prepare all your meals in. Today mixture consisted of one-part baked beans, one-part fried onion rings, one part of Sue's shit from last night, one part horse semen and the white of one egg just to make it slide down easily. It was bad enough he had fingered her and blew a load on her stomach, then refused to let her come Hardcore upstairs. I clicked it, curious what I would find in there. I shuddered, thrusting into her, my blonde bush smacking into Janice's shaved twat as I reveled in her mother's cunt. “It’s easier if I show you,” Betsy said as she stood and walked towards him. Emily was already the miserable little punk who thought figuring out what to do with her hair was too much of a chore, and never applied more makeup than just some quick eyeliner. Submissive and dominant. She massaged me. She pleased me. "Very teacher funny." Better to not leave any evidence. He turned and pulled me to him by my ass after he lifted the bottom of my dress since it fell. Isabelle remembered about the string Gerard had ejected out of her rival's vagina and launched a cum knee between Nadia's legs. One youth landed just in front of us and started to get up. “I’d much rather just get naked” The boy gently worked his fingers in light squeezes and caresses; using his fingertips to give occasional little pulls just outside her crack that spread her cheeks lightly apart. His attention was now turned to the examination of the vagina. Timing myself to walk past her, back to my bedroom, I made my way down the hall. “This pussy is mine,” Jacob whispered in my ear. He relinquished a reigns and let what would happen, and when what happened in a sharp inhale, and a gasp. And then we were kissing, my hard-on pressed against my teen aunt’s thigh. You've just reached level four, you are, by no means, fast enough yet.} “No not really, I like guys but me and my best friend are threesome very close so it wasn't a big deal”. I don’t want to live through whatever aftermath will come.