“Mmm, fuck him hard, Mistress,” purred Zanyia before her face buried between Aingeal’s big tits. And then it passed. I loved it. Tapestries woven with delicate designs hung over corridors that crisscrossed the main one. My tongue flicked across my lips, tasting the lingering cunt cream. “But…” Greta’s eyes widened as I leaned my face down between her thighs. I nodded my head, Ava leaning over and observing Aingeal performing a titty fuck on Sven’s dick. So fast. My tongue brushed her clit. “That’s it, brother mine,” I moaned. “Your snatch will writhe about my dick.”
“Yes!” I squealed in utter delight, my cunt clenching down hard on his invading cock. Her hands found my nutsack. A woman screamed in the background, Gor rumbling his pleasure.
