The dragon was stretching from her top neck to her back and on the back to her ass was the fighting tiger.For Sophie, it was a long Mongol poem writin...g, down from the back of her Blonde neck to the top of her ass cheeks. This was the Khan?s favourite poem.For Svetlana, it was a tattoo of the map of Mongolia, on the world map, so that in case the Khan fucks her from behind, he would always see home.They were also given a bedroom to stay in. On some nights, The Khan would enjoy them, as he. A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized her the way she looked that Valentine's Day church dance where they met over sixty years ago. His mind's eye saw the beauty that had made him tongue tied to the point he almost didn't ask her for a dance.They danced most of the evening together and made arrangements for him to visit her at her home the next evening after supper. Some would say they had a whirl. If he does, he’ll be stuck down here forever.”“Wait,” I said. “Doesn’t that mean he’ll kill you to win this fight?”She didn’t answer.I wanted to ask more, but the cold was starting to get to me. Even with the jacket and its magical enhancement to keep the wearer comfortable regardless of the temperature.The fog pulled away from the ice, but the ice kept me from seeing what was going on. I could hear things, however.I heard yelling, a scream, and various moans from Maria. A second scream. She was enjoying her night, they'd had quite a few drinks and plenty of dancing. Her pussy was possibly even wetter then before she left the house due to the way Nathan and others had gyrated against her. As she was lost in thought about how much she desperately wanted to sit on Nathan's cock, she felt a hand rest on her arse and a voice ask her “Can I get you a drink beautiful?”She turned around and became face to face with a tall, handsome man. He was well built and dressed well. His hand.