Pain exploded across my knuckles. It knifed through the fog on my mind, banishing it. “Las's putrid cum!” I howled, my knuckles throbbing. I flexed my fingers, winced. My finger twisted, broken. “Las's putrid cum and his foul dick!” “Master!” Zanyia gasped in shock. “Why did you do that?” My cheeks warmed as the shame rippled through me. How could I be embarrassed right now. I growled, drawing a dagger with my left hand, my right throbbing and pulsing with torture. I ignored it, staring at the guard as he stumbled around in the middle of the room. He dropped his spear to grab Zanyia's ass. Was he trying to pry her off of him or hold her tight? “No, you don't, you'll love my pussy!” Zanyia purred to the guard, her back arching, her small breasts jiggling. The guard was trying to pry her off. But his thrashing slowed as she kept her pussy against him. My eyes widened, realizing what indian she was doing to him. She smothered him with her cunt. She had her twat pressed over his mouth and nose, suffocating him in a delicious snatch. Her thighs flexed as she squeezed her legs so tight about his head. She gripped his hair, resisting his hands squeezing her ass, trying to haul her off. In a dozen heartbeats, his fingers grew slack. His arms fell lank at his side. His knees buckled. Zanyia gasped as he fell onto his knees then tottered to his side. He landed with a clatter of metal, Zanyia gasping as she lay on her side. Her tail twitched. But she didn't let up. She kept smothering him as he twitched. “There,” she said after another thirty heartbeats. “That should keep him from bothering us. He'll be out for a bit.” She rolled off of the unconscious guard, his face smeared with her pussy juices. She hopped to her feet and looked at my hand. She shook her head. “Why did you punch him? He was in armor?” She was already wet with anticipation and this made it worse/better. His mind wandered as he and Samantha watched the movie, thinking about his wife. As Katherine shook in euphoric joy, James felt a tightening in his balls. Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was time I let myself cum and the older lady torturing me became even more relentless. “Press your pussy up to that opening on the wall and face me.” Had you not convinced me that day to choose life, then I would never know so much love, and that love extends to you. She moaned softly as her supple hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of his tantalizing caress. Matt feels her knees begin to flex along the outer part of his thighs. I patted her caramel-hued thigh right above the hem of her dress, my futa-dick twitching as I remembered that wild night. She’s been acting goofy all day.” You'll get anal twice a day, so I'm going to be in you five times indian a day. “Bring more like this one in the future.” And with that, it vanished. Eli asked … “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want. I’m panting for air as my dick strains against the sheets underneath me. I’m on the edge and one or two more thrust from her cock will send me over. KEEP GOING, DON’T STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T STOP!” Sharon begs. It was a while before Piper and I got to sleep because we’d both got very horny being naked around those guys. His member seemed to curve and hit her pleasure centres like a heat-seeking missile, and a small fold of pudgy skin poking out above his dick, coated in dark pubic hair, slapped against and stimulated her clitoris with every thrust. It looked cute on her, for a 12 year old. Each kiss tickles with the touch of his short, neatly trimmed beard. YES!" Granted by then she would have been reduced to just another whimpering bitch. And be ok with it!? And I bet that's one of the reasons she's not getting along with Linda.” Neither girl cried out, but their faces did have quite a few expressions on them. “That’s actually really good!” she blurted out, obviously really surprised. She said with a grin.