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“Considering my heritage, it’s strange that I’ve never tasted high-elf cock before.” She licked her lips, “Don’t you just love being a woman’s first time?” She stood up, her breasts finally popping free of their leather constraints, pressing together below her imperious stare. “Don’t worry Adarian, I’ll do all the things April would never let you do before.” She turned around and bent over, showing the oval cutout that exposed her from clit to tailbone, the leather stretching across the spread of her ass. She looked over her shoulder as she sucked her fingers, then pushed three to the bottom knuckle into her rim, splaying them to show me the fetish tantalizing ruby bore of her clean shithole. She withdrew her finger and sucked them again, then sat down on my lap, her flesh pillowing around my rigid cock, her tender anus pulsing against it, her head resting on my shoulder, her eyes laughing at me as she watched my jaw twitch in hatred. “You’re cute when you want to kill me, you know that?” Yavara giggled. She grabbed my cock and shifted her hips until it centered her puckered aperture, “Too bad this little guy doesn’t agree with you.” She licked my cheek, “He just wants Big Tits to get dirty.” Her brow furrowed, and her mouth opened to yield a low moan as she slowly took me in. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning with her. Her anal ring slid down my length, the channel behind it gripping me like a vice, embracing me in its vile heat. She impaled herself until her cheeks formed a seal against my crotch, her sphincter pulsing around me with her elevated heart. “Do it,” Yavara whispered lustfully, “give in to me. Fuck me, Adarian, take me; I’m your whore-queen.” She looked into my eyes as her face twisted in perversion. She slowly gyrated her hips, her ass squishing delectably, her back undulating against my torso. Her beautiful leather-clad body glistened in the torch light, her pink nipples erect with arousal, wet and leaking. I struggled to maintain my composure, to not react to the beautiful woman that was raping me. Her tongue snaked playfully from her mouth and licked my pointed ear. She giggled girlishly as I tried to move my head away from her, but her telekinetic powers kept me in place. One hand grasped the frame of the chair while the other snaked down her flexing abdomen to curl her fingers below her leathered pubis, entering her slit. She moaned as she indulged in herself, her rectum seizing around me, milking my cock. “Look at April!” Yavara moaned, “Look how I’ve changed her. Look how your beloved moans like a whore for orc cock.” April was in the air, sandwiched between Brock and another orc. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, her cries of pleasure ringing out from her. Her body convulsed and writhed as she orgasmed, Brock shooting his cum into her ass before Lesbian letting another orc take his place. She looked over at me, not a hint of guilt in her pleasure-warped eyes. “Don’t you want to hurt me?” Yavara whispered, “Don’t you want to punish me for what I did to her? Fuck my ass, Adarian, make anal me pay for turning your precious kitsune into a begging slut.” My body was tensed like a drawn bow, shaking with the effort not to react. It was fruitless. Instincts surmounted my pride, and with a groan of dismay, I thrusted against her, burying myself the rest of the way into her filth. She grinned at me, a low growl escaping her lips. She had me. I thrusted with increasing force, my ankles and wrists rubbing raw against the chains that bound them. The pain was punishment, and I longed for it. Hey, do you mind if I sleep with Vanessa?? I rubbed my face between those wonderful, lush boobs, pressing them against my cheeks. Just then I heard a groan from the side of us as I turned to see Dad wanking his small dick and coming all Big Tits over his hand and forest of pubes. Shirley had won most of the rounds so far. I felt the strap pushing against my breast and looked down to see my shirt wide open and most of my left breast visible. Hank placed her softly fetish onto her bed. He took off his shoes and socks. “Yes, yes, you wouldn't want me to harm her after I'm done with you,” Zizthithana hissed. Remember that you emptied anal my bank account," Ronja complained. 6 hours past and it was about time for me to clock out. I impaled myself and Ryan switched the Sybian on. The way her expression changed when she absentmindedly sipped some of Misty’s coffee Lesbian concoction was priceless. A lump formed in her throat as the butterflies in her stomach spun her whole being around in a flurry of emotions. “Um, No. “But maam.” Billy uttered.