Tales Of Tongue-lashing From The Subcontinent

“Why did we keep on our ranger uniforms?” Soraya lamented. Now I realized it. Porn “Yeah…” I muttered, wishing desperately that I could go back in time and slap myself for making such a stupid call. I blinked again. My chest swelled with pride, and I twerked suggestively, rubbing my leaking pussy against the backs of her hands to remind her of her duties. Does a fish wonder why it swims? “I knew Brianna and Eva would never work out.” Furia said. “You lied to me.” She muttered. It’s what I deserve.” Her eyes opened to slits, and she smiled hopefully up at me, “Will you watch me, or join me?”
“Join you, of course.” I giggled, my character breaking, “How could I resist?” I released her clit, grabbed my cock, and slowly guided it to her heat. “Or at least, you know who I was.”
“Ranger cunt!”
I plucked the sword from the board and smashed the flat of it against the offending orc’s temple. Faltia trembled beneath me, her chin tilted back, her lips peeled to reveal her bared teeth as she endured her fifth climax.

Tales Of Tongue-lashing From The Subcontinent

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