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She hoisted the empty pitcher into her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she launched it across the stadium. “No one told me my tolerance would go through the roof once I transformed. It took me a liter of rye to get saucy at Prestira’s bar, and I’ve been training my liver ever since. At this rate, half our GDP will go to my habit.” “Has it become a habit?” “Are you my mother?” She smirked over her shoulder at me, then sighed. “There’s not much to do in a military camp but japanese fight, fuck and drink. Zander’s a great guy, but you know him, he’s… lingerie stern. I’d go out at night to the barracks to have a good time with the boys. They’d show me a good time too, do the things I wanted them to do, but uh… I don’t know. They treated me like a god. Even when they had their cocks ten inches up my ass and I was licking jizz off the ground, they still treated me like a god. It gets tiring.” She picked up a jug beside her, and examined the scant remnant of wine as she swirled it, “Maybe I drank until I could pretend that they were treating me like one of the boys.” She pulled the cork out and downed the contents, then threw the jug over the railing. It crashed onto the arena, the glass shards twinkling in the setting sunlight. “Have you ever had insomnia, Certiok?” “No.” “Arbor gave me a tincture for it before I left for the Tundra, but the supply ran out. I’ll be exhausted when my head hits the pillow, but then my thoughts start waking up. I asked Zander one night to put me under with a spell. It was a mistake. My thoughts don’t sleep if I do, but trapped in my own hard fuck mind, I’m a slave to them. They didn’t used to be so… cruel.” She snorted derisively, “Now I gotta be so fucked up that there’s nothing in my head when I shut my eyes.” “Your Highness?” I asked. She closed her eyes, and breathed through her nose. “Please don’t call me that, Certiok. Not you. I can take it from asian Brock since he’s gone full general on me, but you have no excuse.” “Ok… Yavara.” She snorted. “Could that have sounded more awkward? What changed since that night we shared in Brock’s hut?” “Everything.” Yavara took that in silence for a moment. I wished I hadn’t said it. She nodded. “Yes. Yes, it all did. You know, sometimes I wish Hardcore I could talk to Alkandi. I met her once before the beginning.” “I know all kinds of things.” I groaned, pulling her shirt off as she raised her arms, exposing her cute breasts and richly-toned abdomen. I have to lose. I thanked them back and told them that I would. Her breasts jostled with every stroke, her nipples gently japanese brushing the sheets every now and again, getting full and hard reflexively. Somehow, I knew that killing Justina wouldn’t do a fucking thing to her. I had lost the power to talk. She was working her way up towards my middle. Charlotte thought about it for a moment. I know you want to kill vampires, but…” She stared into my eyes as she sucked it off my finger, lingerie and I was reminded vividly of the first time she’d shown her sexual nature, coyly sucking my finger in Prestira’s bed. The two choices he was thinking about . . . “I miss you already,” he said. “Awesome!” Nisha responds. His cock was dirty with something, and I just wanted to clean him up. With no ready answer, they soon turned back to the excellent meal and Mom sort of nodded her sympathy over the rest of their unawareness. “I know I will,” she moaned, just the barest prickle raced across my thoughts. "Oh, I wanted a twenty seven by one and a quarter inner tube," this guy asked, "Do I have the wrong number?" "I am a mindless bimbo sissy slut for you miss. I will do absolutely anything you tell me to." Rachel started at the base of his shaft and went up the length to the tip. “Roughly, why, will you be here waiting for me?” “Are you hairy?” Angela smiled and said. Hannah forced herself to remain still. “You’re not asian my prisoner, feel free to leave. She hard fuck smirked at Hardcore him, her eyes playful under her long lashes, "I'll trade you for your name?" She groaned beneath me. Her body wiggled and undulated. Her rhythm took a slow steady tempo, building up a little bit faster per measure, heading toward some spectacular crescendo.