Cherish Ley

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my lightheartedness dwindling just a bit. “Nothing,” Passion said, smiling unconvincingly, “you stay here, and I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry,” she kissed the tip of my throbbing shaft, and smiled with a little more conviction, small “I’ll be back; just stay here.” LUCILLLA I didn’t red know how the hell Julia physically got here. The path from our old campsite to the cherry blossom tree was a treacherous maze of twisting roots, some of which stood a hundred feet from the ground and offered only a few inches of foot room. A nymph might be able to traverse the path, but an elf? Impossible. It was no wonder Drask, Malek and I never found her. Freydis stood with her axe in hand, waiting for Flora to give her permission to start hacking at the bulging mass of wood. Flora tapped her foot impatiently, and was about to give Freydis the nod, when the tree opened. Pink light glowed from a slit in the trunk, and a nymph the likes of which I’d never seen emerged from its depths. To say Passion was stunning would be an understatement. Not only was she more voluptuous than any nymph in pussy Arbortus, but her tan skin sparkled from thousands of gemstone freckles, her hair waved a garish scarlet from her crown, and protruding from this mane, were two black antlers. Her golden irises quivered from their purple depths, and her lush lips trembled to the cadence of her tits chattering teeth. She was terrified. Good. I hated this bitch the moment I saw her. “W-w-w-what do you w-w-want, Flora?” Passion stuttered. “The Heat Bringer, you stuttering whore,” Flora laughed cruelly, clearly enjoying Passion’s White fear, “let her go.” “I can’t,” Passion said softly, “she’s a threat.” “She’s no threat,” Flora said, waving her hand impatiently, “she killed the emperor’s own daughter; she is no ally of the elves.” “It doesn’t matter,” Passion said, only looking at Flora, not daring to look at me, “she has the potential to end all of us.” “Hey!” I yelled at Passion, but she would not meet my gaze, “Julia doesn’t give a shit about your fucking forest! Kimbo pushed up and then down, pressing his cock hard against her cervix. After a few moments, he asked her “Aren’t I the wrong man for this fantasy?” Now it was time for me to clean up and I went into the bathroom, threw my cum filled speedo into the shower where 'cum filled AussieBums were. Who knows what you little sluts have been up to.” The irritation feels a little more comfortable with something pressing against the intimate region, so I rest back against the wall with my knees drawn up and my forearms squeezed between my thighs. She came again very loudly several times, until she could stand it no longer. “You want to take a picture?” I teased. I sat breathing heavily. They left me sitting on the floor in the shower. I was told pussy to expect you this morning. “Does it look like I’ve got pockets in these?” I ask, touching the two cherries that act as nipple covers. as we walked tits in red I dropped my skirt and lay on the cot “Hunting?” Is she an undercover cop or something. "Do you know why I follow you on your revenge trip?" she White asked. I snapped back to the present with Taylor rambling on about something regarding her glutes as the valet pulled up with small my car. Daddy slammed his hips forward, smacking into my rump and burying me deep into Mommy's pussy. "Thank you." Only the truth." "Oh Fuck, Laura! She must be master in the dancing. She had her fingers in the game now, spreading the blonde's slit to expose the scarlet wetness within. My wife reached back, grabbed my ass and pushed me into Jordan. “Love,” she said simply. He licked the hot tears from her cheeks. I didn't want to admit the truth. Her limp body dropped to ground.