The quarrel hissed through the air, catching him in the throat. He grasped at it then ripped it free. Blood flowed down his throat. He staggered for a... moment before collapsing, gurgling on the ground. Grinning, I stowed my hand crossbow and focused on the gray tent.I stalked to the back of the tent. The warleader was the true danger. The naga trained them brutally, teaching them how to fight, how to give pain, and how to endure it. Some even learned dread arts, magics that manipulated shadows.. Softly! After a soft moan I started to go harder and started to use my fingers with it. Slowly going in and out of her freshly shaved wet pussy. Yeah she was wet alright it was dripping off my chin and i licked it all up. Her legs started to tremble and she whispered me to stop and put my dick in her pussy. I didnt mind at all but would have loved to feel her come with my mouth. As she leaned in on the wall of the dressing room she lifted her ass and i slowly put my cock in her dripping wet. A couple weeks pass by and nothing really changed apart from the fact that i havent used the toilet once , usually i would take our dog to walk , he took care of his business in the park , i usually was done before we got there :)I hate to sound like an old guy with "in those days ..." in every sentence but sometimes i need to use it :)So... in those days you could have a pet even a larger dog in a rent , nowadays most owners forbid it dont ask me why . When my brother moved there was no. No normal man would ever even think about being with another man, yet I am dreaming about being gangbanged and I am about to be gangbanged... Mark was right... I am a cocksucking slut... I am a cocksucking slut about to please real men... I am a cocksucking slut about to be fucked by real men... I... love it...The door bell again reminded of its existance. Is there a convention here or what? I am a cocksucking slut but maybe Mark has overestimated me... He is throwing me straight into the deep.