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I rubbed my cheek into Ealaín's dark thigh and said, “You like watching her dance, don't you?” “I like seeing her make art,” Ealaín answered, not taking her eyes off of Mistress Kora. I didn't mind being ignored for something so graceful and entrancing. “It makes my mother happy.” “It makes Kora happy,” I said. “Isn't that what's really important about it?” Ealaín looked down at me, giving me an impenetrable look, her face a mask, her yellow eyes flat, unreadable. I breathed in her scent, struggling to understand her emotions, but I only smelled her spicy pussy and Kora's juices clinging to Ealaín's big girl-cock. I flicked my tail and asked, “If you thought it would make great art, would you have her fuck those two faerie males drooling over her?” Ealaín nodded. “Definitely.” “Even though she loves her brother?” Something flickered across Ealaín's face asian now, a passion that animated the smile spreading on her lips. “Imagine the art that she could create with those emotions. Guilt and pain can create something as memorable as joy.” My tail bristled. “You would hurt her?” “I would guide her to art wherever that path might take.” The aoi si glanced at the two fawning males watching Kora on the other ass side, stroking their hard dicks. They hungered for my Mistress. They wanted to fuck her body so hard, to use her like a whore. “I would see her create something amazing and wonderful.” “But is it her art you're guiding her towards?” I asked. “Or is it your own?” Ealaín frowned at me. I just gave her a big, toothy smile then turned my attention to Kora, her cumshot hands now wandering her body as she danced, caressing her curves. It was like her hands belong to another, to her lover. To her brother. She squeezed her breasts, cupping them, loving them as she let out a moan of delight, more cum coating her thighs, the hermaphrodite's jizz adding something exciting to the dance. Something so wicked that had my pussy juicy with excitement. Chapter Fifteen: The Queen's Good Boy Sven Falk I waited, fighting my impulses to try and escape as I stared up at the queen. She looked down at me with her golden eyes. I couldn't read her emotions. Was she pleased with me? Her right hand was half-closed like she wanted to hold something. A flail? Did she want to hurt me? Punish me? Would japanese she use me as a proxy for amateur harming Aingeal? If so, I would take it gladly. I would suffer for my faerie wife. “Power... restrained,” the queen said, breaking the silence. Reaching up with his other hand Brent places three fingers on her clit and began rubbing it in a circular motion. Lace bit her lip and her pink eyes sparkled in intimate desire as another moan escaped her lips, the Orc’s hands were calloused and rough, a far cry from the silky smoothness of her own small hands, but the strength that they conveyed as they caressed up her sides and under her shoulders made her heart melt and her pleasures redouble. Before falling asleep full of cum in cum. She was enthusiastic about my efforts, too. Then she squeezed and her fingers ass traced along the top of my leg, “Your muscles, Angie, I can’t keep my bloody cumshot hands off, do you mind?” She whispered as she leaned closer. You want my cream flooding your mouth, you fucking dyke-bitch! They were thorough in the approach. The dry soil of the cavern's floor could just as well have been talcum powder. I confess I am not sure I can decide amateur which one to fuck myself. Of course that also means that I am slave-bonded to holly twenty-four / seven / hopefully, three sixty-five. A thought struck her. She was not nearly as voluptuous as other slaves, let alone Morgan. "I'm sorry," said Erica. Out of nowhere I pulled out from her, pussy juice on my dick, and turned her over. “It's just...” I lowered my voice. The hose jumped in her hands as the vacuum initiated and with a brief nod to Johnson, Kelly lowered her hose into the pool, Jonson doing the same. I then replenished their glasses with more rum and Coke. She was asian getting tired of the bitch's games. I only had 10 minutes before the training course. Gayatri looked at her own 40C boobs and her daughter’s boobs. Davy’s friends followed us out of the club but were met by the town patrol as they exited. “Drench okaasan's face! So you guys have your beer and get ready for me,” she said as she walked away smiling. So tell me do you still not think that we are japanese mates? Now he moved on top of me. Finally, I would feel his cock in my pussy. “There we go, I’m in all the way now.