His mouth felt heated. Heated by semen. Sticky. Gooey. Oozing from the back of his mouth to his tongue and from the roof of his mouth like stalact...ites. Another shot. Also to the back. Hanging. Draped like thick pancake batter. Another and another and another. Held still. Didn’t fight it. Slimey. Awful texture. No taste. Penis still spurting. Two more, four seconds apart. Then, Gilbert’s cock slackened and just oozed semen into the school boy’s mouth. It twitched. Brynn. The AbductionSuddenly they stopped, and I could hear men shouting. Then a tall burly man in long, fur-lined cape and a big sword swept aside the tent flap and stood over me. I knew who it was – the baron of this place – and I knew why: As was his right, he was claiming The Right of the First Night to deflower any woman before her husband. The old baron had claimed every virgin on her wedding night, but the son who succeeded him – this man – had never exercised the right before.Now he grabbed me. I must say Ishan was really crazy about my ass,he started licking and sucking skin of my ass in passion and he also moved his tongue over my ass crack and then again squeezed and parted my fleshy buns numerous times with all his strength. While being in my belly raising my face I was moaning and watching my husband playing with Gayatri and like deep inside I knew it will not easy for other couple to just watch, wrapping her legs around his waist Shyam picked Gayatri in his arms and came to bed. I looked at the old warriors of the village, and said that they were useless, but I gave them meat for their cook pots. When I was too old to be war chief I was still a good hunter and warrior, I helped the Cheyenne be strong and we made our enemies shake in fear. Now I am old, and Fighting Hawk is war chief of the Cheyenne. He looks at the old warriors and says they are not useless, and he gives us work that we can once again make our people strong. I wish I had been as good a war chief as.