It was neither a dream nor a hallucination because Lila sat on top of me and I could feel her sweet weight pressing against my penis. “Lest you die!” said the young elf just as softly. The last of them, who seemed a bit more merciful, took the trouble to answer me but without stopping. When he was younger, he asked several times what the cemetery by the riverbank was all about, but the only explanation was this: washed up people. It seemed to me from the way you pronounced that word that it should be capitalized.”
She grabbed me with her legs and arms and her white wings flapped harder. My only remaining connection to her was through my dick and I wished I had little hands growing out of my foreskin so I could cling to the pink lips that guarded the entrance to her pretty cunt. Just as I was getting completely discouraged, the mist began to clear and above me, the sun rose.
