Steam rose from their flaming torches as they wandered over to a raised dais and pool of frozen water. Like Cloudberry had found before them, the cavern was warmer than the outside. The tallest among them was the first to shuck off their massive, fur-lined cape, revealing veiny green skin and well-defined muscles. An orc male, he wore his hair long and loose down his back. Glittering golden caps covered his tusks, one broken near the base and the other curling up and over his cheek. A braided indian beard covered his jaw. His green skin was Bhabhi only broken by desi the crisscross of scars over his torso. Spear wounds, knife wounds, burns and magic blasts; all healed over time. More than could be said of those who attacked him. “Khargosh dear, check for traps.” The orc nodded and surveyed the nearest wall of ice. “Enora, I trust you know what we’re looking for.” The second figure inclined her head stiffly, a tall drow woman carrying a book that looked quite similar to Cloudberry’s, which now lay on the floor by her feet gathering ice crystals. Her eyes were a deep crimson, almost completely black and they seemed to mock anything she looked at. Her mouth was a cruel, thin line that did not smile for any reason. Her outfit was a black leather ensemble, all straps and harness and barely any skin coverage. Drow had no need to fear the cold, and her lithe legs with skin the colour of crushed grapes were open to the elements. bengali Her hips were narrow, giving her a wispy and feminine silhouette. Short white hair cascaded down one side of her face, the other side an undercut. On her chest she wore the insignia of the drow Queen’s personal executioner guild. An assassin. As she flipped through the book with deft homemade fingers it became clear that some of the pages were unreadable, covered in the blood of its previous owner. The commands came from the third figure, slightly smaller than the others, and plumper. Two twisted dark horns snaked out from beneath their hood and over their head, large enough to show that this must be a tiefling with many years behind them. They marched up to the dais with the statue of Cloudberry and the ornate throne, throwing off their black velvet cape and revealing a long train of thick dark hair, trailing behind them on the floor. Unlike the stoic and beanpole-like Enora, this tiefling rogue was a riot of sarcastic smiles and insolent curves. They walked with purpose, each hooved step a powerful blow, bouncing their breasts and exaggerating their wide hips. They ran a finger across Cloudberry’s back as they walked past, leaving a path in the condensation from her ass to her head, and with ceremony sat down in the throne of Just-Ice and surveyed the room. They crossed their legs, the leather of their trousers creaking, and tapped their long red nails against the arm of the chair. Their skin was a deep and unmitigated crimson, the only india darker patch being the lips, which were maroon like the twilight sky. Like the drow assassin, they had no need for many clothes to keep them warm. Demon ancestry gave them an inner fire that burned brightly through their veins. I loved every drop of it. "Damn," I thought, "no underwear or bra." Bhabhi Rita started to hump against her partner’s crotch, the dildo sliding easier as the elastic bengali walls stretched, and Becky’s juices started flowing freely. ‘Holy fuck that outfit is so hot. As soon as I’m in the kitchen, she indian slips it off showing desi her completely naked body to me. Mark homemade leaned over to suck my dick. It had taken a lot of doing but she found out her friend was being sold at the upcoming auction at the resort. Julie giggled and said. UM NO...Not something I would do...I explained that he was only the second guy to ever fuck me and I was very in the closet/on the down low...all that. Seductively I am coaxed closer and closer until my hand finally falls off my lap entirely in my feigned slumber. The package was like a small suit case in size. Just moooo like the cow you are. Like an animal the attacker leapt upon his nearly defeated foe, the dark man beneath him grunting at the force. She came to the lesbian massage parlor I worked at, founded by our friends Juana and her sister-slave. All I could do was india curse breathlessly and stagger my lanky ass towards my dorm.