His desires border on the mundane; power, women, wealth. He’s a bore.” “What about her?” Brandon asked, pointing to the woman in the box on our other side. “Hmm,” I said, eyes running over the elderly, statuesque elf, “she’s a self-made woman with ruthless ambition.” “Like you?” Brandon asked. “No,” I smiled up at him, “she’s a mogul dead-set on carving a legacy for herself, with her name plastered on buildings across Drastin. I don’t give a shit about my legacy; it’s my reputation I care about.” The starting horn sounded, and Astrid charged across the arena with Tera on her back. She bolted right into the middle of the inverted crescent, took off the middle-orc’s head, and launched Tera at the troll. The naked succubus flipped through the air, dove head-first between the troll’s clasping hands, and drove both of her daggers into the beast’s eyes. The blinded behemoth reeled back, swiping desperately at his face, but the nimble succubus was too quick. She caught one of the troll’s bullhorns, swung precariously from a mighty swipe, caught the other horn, and then reeled back like an acrobat on a trapeze, and swung feet-first, driving her heels into the butts of her daggers and sending the blades deep into the monster’s skull. The troll lolled forward, droning a deep, guttural tone, and then collapsed onto its back in an earth-shaking impact. Astrid moved with sweeping, continuous motions, each strike from her sword flowing into the next, a relentless dance of death. The orcs surrounded her, attacked her on all sides, and she parried them with ease, dodged as though the fight were choreographed, and even toyed with a few of them. She ducked beneath a swing, sliced off riding a leg, rolled backward, impaled a chin, landed in a crouch, and then shot forward, her wings unfurling, her body corkscrewing through the air in a vortex of feathers and steel. She sheared through two orcs, sliced another in half, caught an attack behind her back without looking, kicked the orc in front of her, spun around, disemboweled the beast who had attempted the backstab, and then decapitated the final opponent with a spinning slice. The screams of the de-legged orc were barely audible over the roar of the crowd, and the ending horn sounded fifty seconds after the starting horn had blared. Astrid raised her Big Tits sword aloft, prompting sixty-thousand fists to raise with her, punctuated by the chants for ‘Angel.’ Beneath her, the surviving orc she’d dismembered clawed at the sand, squirming to get away, and the chants for ‘kill’ began to rumble. Astrid didn’t hesitate. She moved above the wounded creature and dispatched it without mercy or passion, watching me coldly as she did it. The execution was accompanied by a roar of approval, but I felt she could’ve done it with a bit more flare. It wasn’t just death that the crowd loved, but the way indian it was delivered. Showmanship was as important as lethality, but Astrid didn’t enjoy murder enough to make a spectacle of it; not yet. She did, however, know exactly how to work a crowd in other ways. With Donna on her back on the couch, I again knelt between her legs and lowered my face to her womanhood. Later Ryan asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and get a proper look round the place. My body heaved as he slowly inserted riding the egg into me. He could see that I was close to cumming but he just said, “Don’t - not yet my love.” Then just to torment me he lightly fingered my clitoris. "I did too, see you guys again soon I hope." i kissed her and i pull her tee up to to expose her and she wasnt even wearing her panty. I loved the way he tasted and how his tongue felt when he licked my tongue all the way till his was in my mouth. She then got up and pushed me off the bed. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head to watch what was happening by the altar. It felt really good," I admitted. “How are you feeling, little one?” Tony indian asked. “Yeah you could say so,” He replied. She waited for Deen and Binu to return. I had another orgasm and squirted again then with one more hard push he stopped and came in me. I had another orgasm. This isn’t going to end well. Desks creaked. Kasumi nods and they both grab the soldier, Ayane sitting on the small of his back and her partner sitting on his upper back. Francoise has it off in a flash and I watch as she is obviously enjoying kissing her arse while Monique wiggles it as she cups it with her hands and digs her nails in while I ogle her closely shaved cunt in a mirror. A cup, perhaps held by a clubgoer who had too much dignity to drink straight from the source. It was very hard for me to watch them act like husband and wife. I know you’ve seen Momo and Sonja do it. We'll just have to keep him and Sasha apart, whenever she's in heat. Likely he thought he had died already and gone to Goddess' domain of terror. “Wow,” Uncle Dan said. when she settles down I pull off her shirt and bra. Camille loved sex I unzip the back of the low plunging back of her dress, exposing the bra fastenings across her back and black French-cut panties wrapped around her smooth, firm, proudly jutting buttocks with above it a black garter belt across her waist. “Lynn, Big Tits baby, I’ve shown you a good time. “Now it’s my turn.” Ephus can tell when you aren't." Athena told him. Astrid moved fluidly with the motion, bringing her side-stepping leg into a kick, tripping Jade mid-flip, and swiping her sword around. She swallowed deeply, closing her eyes, trying to determine some way she could know.