Mate Gets His Ass Oiled Up And Fucked Hard 1 By Gotrub

“I muscle know you have.” I replied. “Leveria,” He said, “you will be the ruler of The Highlands on your thirty-sixth birthday. Your life will grow in promise and power until you die, while Yavara’s will atrophy the moment she is married. All her potential, all her strength, it will all be wasted on a man. That is why your mother and I dote on her relentlessly, because she is a free spirit that will be caged, and we wish to squeeze every bit of happiness out of her last eight years of freedom.” “Why will you force her to marry?” I asked, “Why not just let Yavara join the rangers, or the city watch?” “You know the answer to that, Leveria.” Father smiled, “It’s politics. Yavara will grow to be a beautiful woman like yourself, and men will want her beauty and status. Now, my job is to figure out how I can use Yavara’s beauty and status to my advantage.” “That’s cruel, Father.” I smiled. “Cruelty,” Father said as he kissed my brow, “is not the same as pragmatism. It’s pragmatic, Leveria. You must learn to distinguish between the two when you are queen. The difference between you massage stud and Yavara is that one of you uses your head, and the other uses her heart. Everyone loves the person who uses their heart. Yavara is passionate, wild and extroverted. You are reserved, calculating and introverted. Which qualities do you think make a better leader?” “My qualities?” I Fucking asked. “Yes Leveria, you’re qualities. A ruler does not need the love of her subjects. You can rest assured that many people will wish Yavara was their queen once you are coronated. But through your cunning and tact, you will make their lives better day by day. Eventually they will grow comfortable under your rule, and with a few calculated displays of power and grandeur, they will learn to love you.” “That’s not a very romantic picture.” I frowned. “Neither of us are romantics, Leveria.” Father said. His hand moved to my hip, “Do you want to know a secret?” “Yes.” I whispered as his hand slid between my thighs. “I don’t love your mother. I never have. Trenaria Ternias was simply the daughter of Brakston Ternias, and his family’s power was second only to mine, so I married her. When you are of age, you will marry someone you do not love. But you will be like me, and not like your mother, anal and not like who Yavara will become.” My thighs grinded together around his wrist, and a moan escaped me as his fingers slipped inside. “No, Leveria,” Father whispered, “you will be the one in control. There is no greater feeling in the world than being the one who wields power. He was feasting on her delicious young body. “No problem, how many do you want?” Murph looked at CGB, “Go for three,” CGB said, “and try to get that fucking cunt back. The outline of my bulge lengthens against the tight fabric. “The usual.” Kyle shrugged. Evan Sherman whistled Yankee Doodle as he entered the hallway, trying his hardest to not go insane. Her tits were big, firm, and perky. I’m going to fuck her right there, as her first symbol of submission to me…if she can prove she’s ready to fully submit. But it was a dream come true then, massage and I felt that it was so special that it should stay as a dear memory and not be relived. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He Fucking can’t help himself; ever since he saved you from passing on, his divine reflexes have been trained to you. I glanced at the clock as we left the gift shop and we still had about 30 minutes, so I suggested we swing by the main bar and get a bottle of champagne and some orange juice, so stud that I could serve her a mimosa. Please. “Your sister isn't a whore!” Daddy roared. Her nipples were brown and hard, as thick as mine but muscle her areolas were larger. I could feel him growing harder as he grabbed my head with one hand and pulled it towards his balls, forcing them into my mouth almost choking on them. anal Smita realized that she loved her brother's fondling much better than her husband's. The boy’s tear-streaked face filled the camera, a mix of pleasure, need, want and fear.