Mike Hunt And Keilani Kita Diving Into Deep Conversation

The dryad must have slept with hundreds of women, practicing her skills at pleasuring them. The decision seemed easier to make. “You were born to help people. We were just past the half-way point to Xera’s home. My pussy clenched at the sight of her. Her right hand squeezed my breast, sliding up to find my nipple and pinch. “Like a little clam that’s just begging to be devoured.”
“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “I will always remember you, Sophia.” She gave me another kiss and then broke the embrace. My nipples rubbed on her pregnant belly. “I’m being fucked by a tree and her Dryad!” I moaned in delight. “What else?”
“We need the heart of the Minotaur of Grahata to imbue into the spell and reinvigorate the sword.”
“What?” gasped Angela.