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Oh, how she kissed me; how she made me melt on her tongue like butter, sliding so viscously through the heat and wetness of her. I lost myself in it like I always did, and Elena regained the power of our joined bodies, rolling us on the couch until she was atop. “I’ll be expecting that mirror in the morning.” She whispered, “I earned that at least.” “Ambassador Wentz will be so worried about the new sanctions that he won’t care to blowjob check. The answer is no.” “The last chance of stopping that army went out the window when you pulled your stunt. What can I tell Yavara that would change a damn thing?” “Nothing.” I grinned against her lips, “You fought well today, Elena, but you lost, and I’m not in the habit of giving out participation trophies.” Elena gently clasped her hand about my throat. “I’m not asking.” She said softly, “Yavara needs to know I’m alive.” “Perhaps I should send her your fingers then?” I hissed, “You’ve served your purpose.” Elena smiled. “The idea of her agonizing over my unknown fate must be a great pleasure for you.” Her grip on my neck tightened, “Yavara has a dark mind, and it’s undoubtedly gone to some dark places when she’s lying in bed, thinking of Big Boobs what’s happening to me.” Her fingers pressed into my flesh, bowing the tendons in my throat, “But I know your darkness intimately, Leveria, and it casts a shadow over Yavara’s.” She squeezed until my throat closed, my windpipe compressing, the air stolen from my chest. My thighs rubbed together beneath her, my blurring gaze filled with the azure flame of her eyes. “You’ve shown me who you really are, which is why I know you’re bluffing. Mother is waiting for me not two-hundred feet from here, but who is waiting for you, Leveria? You’ve adjourned court, and your husband doesn’t even sleep in your bed. How long will it take for them to come looking? I could grab my mother and be half way across Tenvalia by the time they found you.” Hardcore She licked my gasping lips, “But you don’t struggle in my grasp, because you know that though I choke the life from you, I won’t squeeze the last drop. It’s the same reason you won’t put me back in chains.” She brought our brows together, my vision filled with nothing but hers, “Does it scare you?” She whispered, releasing her grip. I nodded. “I don’t want you to see her, Elena! I don’t want to lose-” “Don’t say it.” She put her finger to my lips, “If you say it, then it’s real. I don’t want it to be real. I want to live in make-believe for a little longer, how about you?” I nodded again, blinking the tears from my eyes. “Do you trust me?” Elena asked. I bit my lip, and asian nodded. THOMAS ADARIAN Tribal drums sounded throughout the courtyard of Castle Thorum, the thundering rhythm fixing the cadence of dancing flames and the hellish shadows it cast upon the stone walls. The orange bonfire illuminated the dark corners of the courtyard, where the nymphs moved in piles of smooth flesh, brothers and sisters losing their innocence beneath the heathen night. They shone like demons in the firelight, their forms bathed orange and red, their eyes glimmering with animalistic avarice, all the pretense of civility gone from them. Arbor was in the middle of it all, her great wings stretched with her limbs, her body encased in her sons and daughters. They sucked the nectar from her swollen nipples, penetrated every one of her holes, and swayed with her in a sinuous dance of perversion, hands squeezing supple flesh. The vampires watched from the ramparts, only their red eyes showing in the flickering light, bored amusement shining from them. In the mall beyond the gate, thousands of orcs congregated to witness something that hadn’t happened in over a millennium. Brock Terdini stood tall and proud before the bowing chieftains of the Ten, his silhouette a display of brute strength and savagery, his flesh steaming. An old shaman recanted some verse in a lost tongue, and the Ten echoed it. With every chant, a new iron was pressed to one of Brock’s limbs, burning the symbol japanese of that clan into his flesh. Five minutes later I got up and saw asian George behind me. I’ve never been in the boy scouts, but for some reason, Jess thinks I’m the “Nice Guy” who would be the perfect boy scout. It was at this point that I Hardcore noticed the look of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. “I guess there’s no secret why I’m here, then.” Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed He was being held in an underground base run by Klaus Mueller. She was going to ask Christy what position she wanted when the woman grabbed Emily’s cock and began guiding Big Boobs it to her pussy as she lay back on the bed. He saw me looking and he got embarrassed and said he was sorry and I saw he was feeling ashamed. My girlfriend would like for her and I to do japanese something called tribbing and she has a real nice double dildo, but she blowjob is afraid and I am too of not busting my hymen properly. I mean penis?" he said naively. Are you ok?” I said to Melanie.