She had the training and equipment to find out, and even better, there was a talisman in her saddle bags that would simply tell her what distance and angle she was from Sunspawn, the home of the Dragonbrides and the largest dragon nest in the world. She did not bother with either. Alone with Dumin was how she liked to be. Scanning the terrain below, Swyena took in the lay of the land. Glaciers had carved rolling hills thick into the land, and there was not a clearing of decent size to be seen. This did not trouble her much - Dragons could fly for days without landing, and Dragonbrides were given training to let them stay in the saddle for just as long. Despite spending two days and nights upon Dumin, she did not ache, her strong legs strapped against the drake's shoulders and saddlebags amateur full of provisions resting behind her on his sturdy spine. Idly scratching at Dumin's small scales, she took the time to eat and wash, a skin of soaped water and a cloth coming out of her bags to clean with. Going to sleep after battle meant she was still in her battle garb, a vest and chaps of thick polished leather strapped over her regular clothes, with an oval of layered steel over her chest. All they did was protect the parts of her not protected by Dumin's body, save her arms with and face, from arrows and shrapnel. She took them off first, MILF the panels of leather and steel folding up compact to fit inside her bags. Next she removed her tight linen shirt, and finally she undid the buttons down the sides of her legs that allowed her to strip off her pants without removing herself from the saddle. Nude now, with the warming air of the new day streaming through her short brown hair and across her evenly tanned skin, she began to rub herself with the cloth after damping it with the skin of soapy water. It was cold from the night, and as she slid the rough fabric across her breasts, her pale nipples grew erect. She sighed softly, trying not to let her thoughts stray as she finished washing. Her saddle was waterproof, for riding through the rain and for washing as she was now, but Dumin was sensitive to her scent, and might try to land if she grew too excited. It was a secret among the Dragonbrides that their name was more than a boastful title, as most outside the order assumed. The process of their recruitment was highly selective, and no girl that would spill the couple secrets of their position was ever chosen to become one of the few hundred in the world that could ride upon a dragon's back. Few people in the world knew almost anything about dragons, truth be told. Only that they were unbeatable in battle by mortal men, as unbeatable as an hawk was to a mouse. They were the only natural predator of humans that anyone knew of, and their territory had been pushed back slowly as mankind's had spread, killed one by one by chance or hundreds at a time by nest raids. The last and largest nest, Sunspawn, had only survived because of a group of women who had discovered the secret of taming dragons. They directed the dragons in counterattacks against any foe that meant to kill big them or their mounts, fiercely protective of the power their secret granted, power that depended on the species of dragons surviving. No army or assassin had ever made it through, and after hundreds of years of stolid defense, Sunspawn slowly became a place of power among nations, feared but respected, and the order of Dragonbrides had grown. Swyena Ryllyn had been recruited from a village on the outskirts of a conflict between two nations that disputed the lands she lived in. The war had gone on for years, with the Dragonbrides intervening but rarely, yet she had never missed being close enough to see those powerful shapes in the sky when the battle was nearby. In place of a social life, she had taken up what few books there were in her village relating to dragons, reading them over and over, sketching the peeks of dragons she got so she could stare for longer, fantasizing about riding them one day. When the war had ended, a Dragonbride had come to her village to deliver news of what king they would now be bound to, and to ask if there were any among the girls of the village who thought they had the steel in their spines sufficient enough to join and rise in the order. Despite a distinct lack of steel in her spine, Swyena had been practically pushed forward by her family, who had come to consider her a useless layabout with her head in the clouds. ass She had been awkward in her body then, an ugly duckling they thought unlikely to even marry well, and they were eager to pass her off. What are you studying in school?” “I love his name!” she gushed. Between pants and squeals I mustered out, "Yes please give it to me." He grabbed tighter and thrust his cock with such force down into me and layed on top of me in his bed. Once with the first fuck was done, they played and made out for another half hour then he fucked her again. It didn't taste too bad I guess. The guards laughed and made sure the boss was aware, he simply stated, she would pay for that later. He noticed her face as her head was turned towards couple him. They even used a motel room on the weekends when Ernest wasn’t working or playing golf. I grunt as I fill her full of my seed. "Ok I won't." I reply. “It was all my pleasure,” Daddy said, winking at me. Having a woman put a penis in your mouth is a sign of trust. Back here or other places. He licked some of the chocolate, and then bit down on my cunny lips. As he used his tongue to liven up the amateur tissues that were exposed in her lower regions at this time, she began to release liquids that smelled good to even me and were driving the male into a frenzy. How can a cunt like Michael exist, thought Harry. “Think we can get him to cum?” Stacy asked. Unless asked a question. Flood my cunt with all your jizz! That was Jan's first lie. Someone took my right hand and poured some kind of warm oily liquid into it before putting it back around Bill’s cock while someone else pulled me upright on my knees. At breakfast my aunt announced that my mother had phoned to say that my brother Dave was getting engaged to Claire which fucking got me angry and upset but l pretended to be so happy. I brought Lindsey’s bags upstairs and went back out the talk to Josh more. “I was wondering what it’s like being a stripper.” Amy was quiet for a considerably long period. "Okay, here it goes," said David, clicking a button to enable an intensified orgasm. MILF “It worked!” If there was more than one person involved it had to be some fucked up conspiracy cooked up between Sam and Angus. I hoped never to see Marge or her evil spawn again—not alive, anyway. “Gimme the box, then.” Well, I did get more out of her than I thought I would. There were anal plugs, dildos, ball gags, cuffs, clamps, shackles, a strap-on, and everything you could think of to be used in a sexual situation. His shackles were tight and he was popping and dodging to beat the band - and Megg was getting angrier by the minute. "Uhh . . .uhh . . . “I like it ass when you look at me like that.” she told him, directing his eyes from her pussy to the movie where a man entered and had his dick in one of the women. Jane stared incredulously on as he finished stroking himself off on her. “I don’t remember to much but you had just got out of a big relationship and you made a move on me.” Emily encouraged her. It was still early so we watched TV. Is that a Spanish nurse’s uniform that she’s wearing?” Zoe said.