Brunette Rides Midget Dick

“We’re on our way to Drastin, of course,” Aunt Lucilla laughed, “you don’t think Towerhead is our destination?” “I don’t know, there’s a fine lot of things to do in Towerhead,” the dwarf smiled slyly, “why, it’s the number-one suicide destination in all of Drastinar!” “They certainly take great Brunette pains to cultivate the proper atmosphere,” Mom laughed, “what’s your name, inn keeper?” “Most people just call me ‘Arby,’” Arby said, “so, Arby will do fine for ya, as far as names go.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arby,” Aunt Lucilla smiled, “and if your beds are as wonderful as your company, I’m sure our money will be well spent.” “The beds are hard as rocks and the draft will turn your nipples to spearpoints!” Arby laughed, slamming a bottle of whisky onto the counter, “But the liquor’s cheap as sand and the beds are even cheaper!” “Your advertising is superb!” Mom laughed, “How are you still in business?” “I have a great slogan,” Arby chuckled, pouring the whisky into four Hardcore small glasses, “it goes: ‘The Towerhead Inn; this is the only inn in Towerhead.’” “How can anyone refuse such hospitality?” Aunt Lucilla giggled as she took a shot in her hand, “You’d be surprised,” Arby chuckled as he slid a glass to Mom, “I’ve had many customers choose the stables after five minutes with me.” “But you’re such a charmer!” Aunt Lucilla exclaimed, drinking all the liquor in one gulp and blowjob then wiping her lips. “You’ve only been here three minutes,” the wash boy fetish chuckled as he mopped the floor, “Arby’s still got two more to drive you away.” “Oh, blow it out your ass, Nate!” Arby yelled with a smile. “You better not let amateur Arby serve you his soup,” Nate grinned at us, “or that’s exactly what you’ll be doing.” “Gross!” I giggled, and somehow found myself sharing a smile with Nate. Something about him made me feel funny, like Mom made me feel. He was tan, dark-haired, and slender, and my eyes seemed to wander on their own to his hands as they gripped the mop, his forearms with veins standing proudly, his dark eyes that seemed to tease. I grew suddenly hot in the face, and experienced the conflicting desires to both turn away and keep smiling. Nate must have been feeling the same, because his eyes darted downward, and his cheeks grew rosy as his adam’s apple rose in a swallow. “Yes, Nate has a fine way of talking to the ladies,” Arby chuckled, sliding me a glass of whisky, “it’s amazing he hasn’t found a girlfriend yet.” “No, Diamond.” Mom said, laying a hand on mine before I drank. “Why not?” I asked, frowning. “Yeah,” Aunt Lucilla said as she downed another shot, “what are you Jules, her mom? ” “The booze is cheap because the lodgings are bad, Miss,” Arby smiled, “I’m not one to pry into yer business, but ‘tis why we offer such accommodations; you’d best be warm in the belly before fighting the daft.” “Mr. Arby,” Mom gasped with a smile, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get us drunk!” “Oh damn!” Arby laughed, “You caught me! I’m a desperate old man still raging with the fire of youth, and aged whisky ages me backwards in the eyes of the drinkers!” “You’re looking younger by the glass!” Aunt Lucilla belched vulgarly, and then giggled girlishly. “A few more and you might see me with a full head of hair!” Arby laughed. “Oh, I don’t mind the follicle-challenged,” Aunt Lucilla smiled warmly, rubbing a gloved hand atop Arby’s pate, “I’m a vain woman, and sometimes it’s nice to have a mirror between my legs.” “Lucy!” Mom gasped, her eyes wide as Arby turned beet-red from neck to crown. I took the opportunity to quickly drink the whisky while Mom was distracted, and instantly regretted it. It scorched my throat, burned acidic down my esophagus, and started a torrent in belly. I barely held the liquor inside me as I coughed and sputtered to the soundtrack of laughter. “Was that yer first drink, Miss Diamond?” Arby laughed, “If I’d known, I would’ve gotten you some wine!” “I tried to warn her.” Mom chuckled as she patted my back. Once the heat had left my chest, and the spit had dried in my mouth, I was left with a pleasant, tingling warmth. The feeling seemed to play lightly on my head, and tug gently on my lips, until I was grinning a little wider than normal. “Would you run around naked for me? I mean out in public.” He crawled behind her, held her hips, and Hardcore slid his member into her. Get to them and make some sort of fetish rescue? She was a natural dancer from a very young age, and he always enjoyed watching her at recitals and hip-hop competitions. He had two defenders on him and he went to pass it to Marcus. “Um, sir the cell phone is my own personal phone, but I will certainly call him.” Ray said to me. Back in the shopping centre we found a little clothes shop that looked as amateur if it wasn’t Brunette one of the ‘run of the mill’ dress shops and went in. There was only one young female assistant and some quite nice dresses. I'm good at doing hair." Her ass, arguably her greatest asset, was also becoming rounder but yet even perkier. She wants DEATH! Each time her mouth took my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. - William blowjob also loves them hanging low like this and he does everything he can to stretch them.