Mighty Mistress: Jessica Moore in the art of pussy destruction

I wanted to kill Duke Gallchobhar all over again. Gripping my fists, I marched Slave past the smoldering remains of the BDSM treeman, a hulking giant that looked like a walking blonde oak tree, I'd tricked into punching the Lodestone and destroying the magical artifact. Ealaín fell in at my side, her armor clinking. “You are concerned about your sister's safety,” Ealaín said, her voice melodious and concise at the same time. “You're dildo a direct one,” I said, flashing her a smile. I couldn't help grinning at a beautiful woman no matter her species. I reached the first stock, pulling the bronze pin that held the top of the restraining device to the bottom. “Praise the Gods,” a sobbing, naked Zeutchian woman gasped. Like me, she had fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes that characterized our race of humans. She sprang at me, throwing her arms around my neck and smothering me in kisses. She felt nice in my arms. Youthful. In another time, I would have kissed her back. Seen how far her friendly thankfulness would get me. But now wasn't that time. There were thousands of humans imprisoned here. An entire army enslaved by that bastard Prince Meinard. “You are welcome, goodwoman,” I said, pushing her back, her round breasts jiggling, her nipples fat, pink, and begging to be played with. “But there are so many others in need. You have to help us.” “Of course,” she said, her head snapping around. She spotted someone and shouted. “Karl!” She sprang to a man in the next stock, prying at the bronze pin. He had the look of her husband, his hair a sandier blonde, his body ropy with muscles from working the fields. What a shame. To enjoy her thankfulness while her husband watched would have been exquisite. “You are staring at her like a dog at a bone,” Ealaín said. “You hunger for her that much?” “I do,” I said, moving onto the next stock, this one holding a young girl budding on the verge of womanhood. “And, yes, I am concerned about my sister. You just... appear, claiming that the amulet about her neck is the phylactery”—that was a word I'd never heard of—“holding the soul of the Biomancer Vebrin. The Vebrin?” “I fear so. My mother felt the turbulence of its passage around the brightness of Radiant Kora.” I blinked at that. Well, not at my sister being called radiant. That was her title in the priesthood of Rithi, Goddess of Art. Radiant just meant she had finished her novitiate and was a full member of the clergy, mastering three of the art forms. The pornstars tattoos on my sisters body identified the three. Not the design, but the placement on her flesh. You'll do it, right? Her stepfather blonde is moving fast now and her legs are wrapped around him. “Thank you sir.” BDSM “Works for me. I’ve already had a late breakfast. I keep rubbing her feet and she keeps eating. "You'll get to mingle with the townsfolk some more. The climax lingered at its peak as the chubby man continued to massage her overly sensitive knob. Fill me up.” I licked it all up. “Scott, he raped me,” I added still kneeling on the floor in front of him. “Yes!” I moaned. “Give my parents dildo three hundred grand and maybe they’ll consider it.” She smiled at my comment, allowing silence to fill the air. His eyes stared into mine. I couldn't deny her the happiness of creating her art. She grabbed a plate and poured herself a cup of coffee. He was barebacking her and repeatedly pumping her full of his seed. The ensuing silence was long and tense. “Well help me set it up then I’ll get her.” I managed to keep the balls in all day for all 5 days and Tony was pleased, so was I. I like my tight pussy. I liked it, it showed that I cared, and that was the feeling I got from Ellen. You say here drink because you won’t be able to for few hours when I leave “Cum for me baby,” he tells me loud enough for my friends to hear as I do in spasms. (Actually, I found one later.) I pulled my cock out of Harshita’s wet, warm mouth and – finally – pushed it inside Raneeta. I had reached my orgasm too and I screamed into her asshole. It was a chance to get to know different people, along with a different culture. I smiled at him, "So, are you waiting on a written invitation?" Chris could feel the head of his cock sinking deeper and deeper into the folds of his sister's pussy lips with each movement of her hips. I want it bad." “Ok,” mum said “but push it pornstars in slowly John, Slave make it last”. chair to hear more she explained to me that her boyfriend is very experimental and is always up for trying His blunt features were burning with his passion. Her orgasm rises as the rat slaps at her wonderful tits. I faced my society, everyone dressed in long skirts and blouse buttoned up to their necks. Turn it into something that turned you on about our time together and see if everyone can use their phones as cameras…have fun…do NOT disappoint me! XXX, Goddess “You two girls are awesome!” Mr. Wilson said, “Thank you for making an old man very happy!” She just had geometry and one English paper remaining to complete.