Ashlynn Brooke Spreads Angelina Valentine's Pussy Licking

“I’m getting blonde bored of all these claims of my royalty. I am a princess of the Highlands, but I am no queen. Now Zander-” Yavara interrupted herself with a moan as Brock began gently thrusting into her, “…if you’ve traveled for a hundred miles in a night to see-” Yavara gasped as Brock’s strokes became longer. “If uuuh… Big Boobs you traveled this far-oh god don’t stop amateur Brock!- to see me, then talk, because -oooohhhh fuck-because, if it’s so urgent-hhhnnnnnnggggg-that it can’t wait a bit, then you might as well…” Yavara’s attention drifted from me, her eyes rolling back into her head as the orc increased his speed. She fell backwards onto Brock, who pulled her thighs up and spread them, giving me a front-row seat to her defilement. Her rim clung to the orc every time he retreated, a thin layer of flesh out-turning like an anal condom. She moaned delectably with every thrust, her mouth hanging open in bliss, a string of drool slowly descending from her lips. From virgin to whore in a few hours; you really are the Dark Queen. I thought with a rueful smile. All of Alkandi’s carnations were ultimately the same. That ancient succubus heritage unfurled itself like a debauched late-blooming flower. I placed my hands behind by back and paced the tent until I found myself next to Yavara’s head. Her eyes stared upward, though I got the impression they were looking at nothing at all. I placed my index finger on her forehead and recited the verse I’d spoken many times before. It was uncouth, but I did not have the luxury of waiting for this orc chieftain to finish his deed. Of blood and light is astral sight, to see the mind in the world behind, a shadow in the bright. I closed my eyes and let the world around me fall away. I witnessed the tent the turn to a spot on the horizon, the Great Forest turn to a splash of green in a haze of blue. I ascended upward, the Hardcore curvature of the earth growing more pronounced, the blackness of the void enveloping me. I waited in absolute darkness to hear her voice. I waited, and waited. An orange light finally illuminated the void, silhouetting a shapely female figure. Yavara? I asked telepathically. Yes? She answered, unafraid and curious. She was not alone. The orange glow became more pronounced, and more silhouetted figures followed behind her. There were Brunette thirty of them, all female, all walking in step with the elf as if they were a single being. In any case, whenever Big Boobs I can, I try to tag along, because amateur I enjoy spending time with friends, especially when it’s at blonde the beach. I stood up from my desk and stretched, my light-green, silk blouse Hardcore clinging to my breast. "I kind of get the feeling Mrs. Flory isn't bi." Luckily Al was there. Look at all the bad evolves he fought. Helps keep people on their toes knowing that you are looking at their business results without a direct phone call. The soft moans of discomfort while his hands dug into her meaty thighs and buttocks was simply too much, after less than a minute Taylor prematurely blasted his load deep into her colon. He starting Brunette sliding out again. “You want me to go shopping? I love it, and so will you.”