Nathalie’s blue eyes fluttered as she gulped down my cum, moaning her own delight at serving me. The sounds he made had my pussy weeping juices. Juices trickled down her thighs, her bush growing more and more wet with every moment, aching for the older man’s cock in her. Part of me wanted to march up to her, grab her silver hair, and fuck my cock into those imperious lips. My toes flexed beside her head as I took her dick to the hilt. It pulsed faster and faster, building up my own excitement as Ealaín removed the last piece of her armor. Chapter Twelve: Fairy Performance
Kora Falk
Music of unsurpassed perfection played through the throne room. She wanted to suck my dick in this public place, not caring who saw her. “Oh, Shevoin!” purred Greta, grabbing the mage’s cock. I have never seen such a dance.”
“And by a mortal,” another male said, standing beside the first. I would use her body in every way.
