The sun beaming on my white dress gave it a translucent appearance, and I could see the pink points of my nipples clearly from the centers of my robust breasts. My bosom was pressed tightly against the fabric of my dress, which narrowed as it ran down my muscular torso before widening at my hips. I narcissistically turned my body to get a look at my best asset. The fabric of my dress creased at the peak of my backside, giving off the hint of posterior cleavage as the dress flowed down and around my thick, perfectly formed cheeks. You self-absorbed bitch. I thought to myself, smiling. I dipped the bottle in the stream, sending ripples from the point of contact. My distorted reflection stared back at me, my features shimmering ethereally in the near-dusk sunlight. A ripple moved across the reflection of my eye, and for a brief moment my blue irises appeared orange before changing back to blue with the next ripple. The auburn cast of the sun was undoubtedly the cause, and the anomaly was forgotten with the relief of washing my parched throat. I continued down the path to Castle Thorum, making haste for a campsite before light failed me. It was unusual for a princess of the Highlands to venture alone, but I had proven myself more than capable at dealing with threats. The Noble Court objected indian to my plans of a solo venture, but my father came to my aid. “Yavara is the most skilled bowman the kingdom has ever seen! I have witnessed her take down a platoon feet of orcs single handedly, Webcams which is more than any of your sons can say. She’s young; give her a chance to explore the world alone before the burdens of age confine her.” Despite his defense of my choices, Father was curious about why I would not take a traveling companion. I told him that I wanted to test myself -and that was true-, but the real reason I wouldn’t take a squire, was because I did not expect one to remain loyal to me. My father jealously guarded his daughters, and being his second born, my only real value to the monarchy was my virginity; I certainly didn’t need one of Father’s lackies sprinting back to Bentius the moment I laid with a handsome blacksmith, or a rugged stable boy. Leveria had the luxury of inheriting power, but I would have to marry it. Of course, it wasn’t my power I was consolidating with marriage, but Father’s, and in time, Leveria’s. I shuddered to think of the day I would have to call my elder sister, “Your Highness,” for Leveria would make sure I did. I never understood her animosity toward me. Yes, Father doted on me as the son he never had, but in the end, I would still be married-off to some lordling with soft hands. My future was not my own, and that’s why I was taking this journey. This was one last breath of freedom before the shackles of marriage confined me, one chance to find the passion of my youth before it was sold for political favors. Oh, I could prick my finger on my wedding night and leave the evidence of my maidenhood on the bedsheets, but it would have been long spent by then. I fantasized about my ideal lover while the sun sank behind the Spearhead Mountains. He would be strong, tall, maybe human; good heaven knows Father would die if I laid with a human! Perhaps one of the nomadic dawn-elves, or maybe even a dwarf, if I crossed height from my requirement list. Anything but a high-elf. How could I live a full life without tasting its variety? Such prudes were my people about purity and blood-lines. I relinquished my pack with a sigh, wiping the sweat from my brow and assessing the campsite. To the west, the Great Forest stretched endlessly, a sea of foliage that turned from coniferous to the perpetual autumn of the Maples. One night right after the vacation, when we’d just fucked, and were lying in bed naked with Bill still stroking my boobs and pussy, I decided to talk to him. Josh laughed, but quickly rescinded what he said, but laughed. Isn’t that right Emma?” Karen said. Marcus made his regular visits with Bill and he commented that Andrew was a bit sad that he couldn’t work on feet the yards because of the Winters in Ohio. “Hello, Ashley speaking” I said as I answered the phone. "Yes Mom." That she hadn't made them cum with her licking mouth? I looked at her and said “I promise, the only girl I’ve had sex with, is you”. Naomi said as she hiked her skirt up as she cleared the little table at the other side of the bed. "I am good Mrs Okegbe, I was just dropping Jay home, he didn't feel well today plus I owed him a few bob for doing my garden" “Got it,” she said softly, her face downcast. What happened?” On the bottom of the locker was a pair of 6" stiletto heels to complete the outfit. “Okay girlie, clean it off.” “Don’t feel sorry for them girl; they get their rocks off every time.” I slowly wrap my lips around his cock and start to lick the head of his shaft. She had never thought of Curley as a sex partner until reading about the wondrous things his cock could do to her. Murph opened the door to Room #1, pulling the lever on the wall to lower a hook from the ceiling. Imagine my shock when he told me that it was him and me that were going and that he’d borrowed all the camping gear that we needed. He dutifully swallowed, to the Webcams indian cheers of the residents. She walked over to a nearby vendor, bought a tabloid, and walked back to us as she flipped through it. “Mmm I wanna feel your tight virgin pussy around my huge cock sis.” He moans.