“For what it’s worth, princess, my examination of the curse suggests your tits *will* stop growing before they’re big enough to be actively harmful to your health,” laughed Erlanthor. She fell to her knees, legs parted, fingers working her fuckhole. BeePorn she must be useful. Women did not speak in Dellmore, he explained. He watched her masturbate, his smile cruel and mocking. I had not believed it until I saw it. She dithered for a bit, but the promise of removing the curse was too tempting. I must be sure.” Unhappily, she kept playing with her pussy, and found a second orgasm just as the sorcerer groaned and bucked his hips, and then ejaculated in her mouth. “Moooooo…”
The Regent laughed uproariously. Blushing furiously, she made her way to the great hall, tottering unsteadily on the stripper heels. She sent messengers to the seamstresses to find out how her new dresses were coming, and was told that Erlanthor had put the work on hold as he didn’t want new fabric designs interfering with his work undoing the curse.
