Public Exhibitionism Leads To An Unexpected Creampie

“I am Lila,” she told me and, as I expected, her voice was as melodious as heavenly music. Undeterred, he continued on and at some point, the fog lifted and the houses of a small hamlet appeared before him. “Legend has it that once a month we must throw a living creature on the rocks of the Magic River as a sacrifice because the river protects us from the outside world.”

I fell silent and tried to analyze what I heard and Lila continued, “These days the moon was just full, and no suitable sacrifice was coming my way. “Last year, a young man arrived here after had left a few days before for Mistveil, and we all thought him dead and expected to find him dead in the White River from one day to the next. On the way, I was always wondering if I was following the ramblings of an old man who drank too much juniper whisky starting too early in the morning. However, after a few glasses of juniper whisky, his own recipe as he boasted, he wanted to join me in the hamlet hidden