First the white warning rocket, then the red alert of immanent attack, and finally the double purple rockets calling for every sorcerer/sorceress to p...ut forth their best efforts. The rockets came, one after the other, so fast that there was no time for foreplay, and the Army was hard pressed to start fucking in time. Thank the gods for all of that extra practice that the sergeants had insisted upon!Ilonia and Ossarus had developed a special freeze spell that the Wizzard's Council had recently. They didn't know how people in the north explained things; nor people in the south; nor folks in the Red Centre. But each group worked out a different explanation for how things came to be. Because everybody asks 'how' or 'why' things are the way they are. So now, when we can travel around, we can see that different groups came up with different explanations. Does that make sense?" Sort of." What's the problem?" Well, it seems to me that the Dreamtime stories aren't true explanations. They're. " When you're not growling encouragement in my ear, you're biting my neck and shoulders. When your hands aren't on my hips guiding me forward and back against you, they're in my hair or pinching and pulling my nipples. I can tell you're as turned on as I am because your body gets impossibly hotter and I become aware of wetness against my thigh that isn't just sweat.Pressing your forehead against the back of my head, you groan, "Are you gonna cum for me?"I reach back with one hand and bury it in. She said to me. I was stunned, but somehow intrigued. She took me to a massage parlor in the back rooms of Factory O and locked the door. Still wet, she pushed my slippery body onto the vinyl massage bed. Kneeling down on the ground, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy, hungrily eating it, lapping my lips and sucking my juices. After she got me hot and bothered, sucking my clit, she came up for air and sat down next to me on the bed, facing me. Look, my cunt is throbbing, she.