“You have to save her, brother mine.”
“I! “Then follow.”
She didn’t so much as march towards a door as flow as sultry quicksilver, her body swaying, all her curves wiggling and jiggling that did nothing to diminish the utter majesty of her presence. I let it flutter to the ground, exposing my tattooed form. She fluttered her eyes, moaning and slurping about my cock. It built in me with every silky glide of my cunt along her dick. More and more spunk filled my snatch. My pussy itched. Cold panic squeezed about my heart. “Yes,” she whispered. Precum beaded the tip. Her magnificent breasts heaved before her as she strutted to me. And here he was trembling before a girl barely flowered into womanhood, a slave to his cock throbbing beneath his robes. Siona had her pussy practically shoved into her mother’s face. I cupped my curving ass. And there were threats, just not the physical kind. “Isn’t he ravenous?”
“Yes, he is, daughter,” the queen moaned as I shoved down my pants. Drops landed on my breasts, a fine mist of sensual juices washing across my body.
