” I am Seba of the Bloodmoon Clan of Underdark, and I must escape this maze.” He replied. His gleaming eyes full of malice, malice for himself. His shoulders relaxed and he replaced the weapons in their quiver. Seba sighed. He stole them from his master along with Headhunter, a bow of legend. ” My name is Marissa, what’s yours?” She purred, cocking a finger in his direction to beckon him forward. The woman giggled. Marissa giggled like a small child and skipped over to Seba who stood, his features like carved sandstone as Marissa’s small hands explored his majestic dick. Please paint my neck with your seed. She eyed Seba suspiciously and spoke. Marissa giggled like a small child and skipped over to Seba who stood, his features like carved sandstone as Marissa’s small hands explored his majestic dick.
