“Who’s in the tent with my sister?” I groaned, my hips pumping away on their own, plowing in and out of Nathalie’s deflowered cunt. I spun around, holding Nathalie to me. A rogue priestess of Luben… Nathalie whimpered and shuddered. She made me groan and gasp. I groaned at her tongue licking so wildly across my hot snatch. “Zanyia!” whimpered the virgin. But it was so hard to think with my aching desire for my father. The girl whimpered as I stroked her virgin flesh. To serve a different god: Las. She made me groan and gasp. My dick throbbed in Zanyia’s hungry mouth. “Yes, yes, let’s lick each other!” I moaned, needing more rapture. I shuddered, her hot flesh so inviting. “Just tell me.”
“If your father wants you to know, he’ll tell you,” groaned the mage. I caressed the walls of her pussy, driving her wild. Just like your mother. I shuddered, my pussy burning to be touched. Her blonde pigtails danced across her shoulders as she trembled.
