" Your skills as a healer and fighter would certainly be welcome," Danica admitted. "I'll certainly suggest you be included in our party." Well then, ...let us talk of the undertaking, and partake of some wine." The cleric produced a bottle from a small sack hanging at her hip — the sack far too small to have held the large bottle without the aid of magic.Danica's felt the tingling of wetness building between her legs when the cleric put the bottle on her hip and tilted her head, waiting for an. Iwas engrossed in my task, thinking about what it might be like to do itwith a real cock, a man sitting on my chest with his cock in my mouth,when there were a series of clicks and I saw that Sonia had her phone inher other hand and was taking photos of me licking her cum-covered cockwith a look of bliss on my face. I just smiled and went back to my task."Let me try you little slut" she said and licked it with me. Soon weshared a kiss with the cock between us. "He's so big, isn't he Gary. Ihope. UH! UNHH! Unhh! ...nhh..."I tried to resist.The bedroom was lit with moonlight from the window. Her skin was aglow with it. Drenched with sweat, she moved rhythmically with Tom's darker, powerful figure hunched over her from behind. She knelt on the edge of the bed - her slender calves dangling over the edge, her toes pointed. His large, rough hands gripped the round globes of her ass lovingly, but firmly as he pistoned what had to be the biggest cock I've ever seen in and out of her.Paula. Maran leaned up against the door in shock and covered her arm with her shirt, tightening the material to cut off the circulation. Malice showing up on her doorstep, paid off by her worst enemy, was not a good sign of things to come. It meant trouble, meant that she might get forced into a very disturbing position to fight against her will. She gave up on her arm and ran her good hand through her hair, she started up to her room, feeling a bit dizzy. ‘Maran, who was it?’ It was her mother. Maran.