.." Show me?" the Redhead said.The Brunette stepped back out of the way, and the Redhead, her hand still touching the Printer between his legs, backed... into the washroom. Her hand was like a magnet, his cloth-covered cock like iron, and he followed.Head spinning, cock straining, guided by his libido and certainly not by lucid thought, the Printer stood beside the Redhead in the washroom and turned on the tap. He put his hand under the running water, waiting for it to warm. The Brunette stood in. And our hands were too exploring new things my hands were taking care of his back and strong hair less chest.Soon enough, we both were naked into each other’s hands and tightly holding each other like we are one body and kissing each other like our lips had never been apart before. Then he slowly started to run his lips and tongue into other areas of mine my face soon soaked with his saliva and turned into red apple.He then started kissing my shoulders and then my breasts. oh! What a great. He suddenly pushed himself off of the wall and drew his sword, examining it, for what he really did not know. The sword looked no different and yet he felt something from it, but that just seemed crazy. Sheathing it again, he made a decision, turned, and hurried toward the guild headquarters. He needed to report to his guildmaster and let him know about the status of the contract.Tristan had just turned down the street that led to the Thieves' Guild when he saw a squad of city guardsmen quick. Therewas no taking it back, though. I couldn't just tell the queen that Ithought she'd be bad in bed, either, so I reluctantly gave her a littlecurtsy and moved to undress her.The dress she wore was buttoned in the back. Most demon clothing is builtwith an eye toward easy removal, especially among us succubi, but thisoutfit was for the coronation so it prioritized looks over function.That's why the buttons weren't just in the back, but were somewhat tiny,and difficult to undo. It took me almost.