愉快 残酷 阴道 拳交

Through the pain, I couldn't help but admire her beauty, the art of her Goddess, Rithi, formed into the shape a human. “Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world.” She shoved her fingers into her pussy. Her back arched, her round breasts jiggling before her, the left encircled by her flowering vine. Between her tits swayed the bright ruby on a necklace, the gift I gave her not knowing the danger it held. She let out an orgasmic moan as her prayer was answered by her Goddess. She fell to her knees beside me, ripping out her fingers from her pussy. I groaned as she smeared her juices on my flesh. The soothing energy rippled through my body, banishing the pain. My wounds sustained fighting first the treeman and then Duke Gallchobhar healed, Rithi restoring my flesh. I smiled at my sister, victory surging through me. She smiled back as she caressed my body, smearing her incestuous fluids on me. Though our relationship was forbidden, I loved her greatly. And she loved me. I had known her body so many times since this chaos started when we raided those Shizhuthian slavers and found the amulet. “Try not to hurt yourself so badly, brother mine,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “Especially the way you boast about your...prowess.” I caught her hand, holding it in my tight grip. “I think you know all about my prowess, asian sister dear.” A smile crossed her fair indian face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Then she glanced at the smoldering ruins of the Lodestone, one of her twin braids of blonde hair spilling over her right shoulder. The rubble once provided the focus for the spell which enslaved all the humans around us in the stocks, using their souls to power an army of stone soldiers. “Well, you did demonstrate it here.” Before I could answer my sister, a whimper of pain came from Aingeal, my faerie-wife. She lay nearby, her back badly burned, her butterfly wings... Las's putrid cum, but her butterfly wings were gone, destroyed by Duke Gallchobhar's magic when they dueled in the air. Kora gasped, here eyes widening in shock. We both forgot about the faerie as we flirted. My sister darted to Aingeal to heal her, Kora's fingers already plunging into her pussy. I groaned as my two sex slaves fell on their knees beside me, hugging me hard. “Master!” they both gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, holding them both. They were naked, which was normal for Zanyia, a lamia slave I liberated in the same raid where I found that cursed amulet about my sister's neck. The other was Nathalie, a blonde, flashing human girl of eighteen who found rapture as my submissive lover. Zanyia's doing. The tawny-haired and petite lamia wanted to see my lusts were met, gratitude for killing her abusive master and “liberating” her. Attached to his email was also a pic of his cock. Our sex was a force of nature. I glowed brighter. I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I wasn’t too surprised the first time I saw Jimmy with his head between his sister Jane’s legs. I was alot asian closer to climax than I wanted to admit, surely it hadn't been this long since I've had sex? "Don't worry, it’s only natural to have those feelings. She did, but she was clearly surprised. I wanted him to cum! A few hundred yards up that track we came to an open area where we stopped. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. The strikes seem stronger, the pace is quicker, and it seems that she’s indian hitting a larger area of Hermione’s ass, causing more pain in a larger space. Her hips slammed to the hilt in me. Her cock spurted hot cum into my bowels. It had a plunging neckline, the fabric was skin tight around her body, hugging her ass nicely, a flashing cut ran from her left hip down to the floor. "Schön zu sehen, dass es dir gefallen hat." I do the same with your other nipple for a while until working my way down your body.