He carried on thrusting, licking back and forth inside her warm vaginal folds. Verdé trembled even more and moaned. She loosened her tail around his ...throat and lifted up her body so he could take a breath."That's it baby warlock," she sighed.She pushed her hips against his face, gently grinding her pussy against his nose and mouth. Phil flicked his tongue back and forth, tasting her spicy sweetness."Oh yes baby warlock," she sighed.As he lapped the sweet nectar of Verdé's pussy Phil felt a. The moot is only needed when there is doubt as to the holder of the title. With the Crown on my head, there is no doubt. But even should there be some faint hope of doubt for you, I have six of the nine Jarls of Skyrim here who have already pledged themselves and their holds to me.”I stepped forward. “As for the Council ... you no doubt refer to that group in Cyrodiil that have surrendered their authority to the Thalmor with the White-Gold Concordat. I see you’re wearing an amulet of that. I whimper, thrusting my cunt to his face."Aw, told you payback was a bitch, princess. I haven't even started yet."I whine, and his tongue licks up the other side. "Please.." I moan."No."I gasp as I feel his breath warm the juices flowing from my pussy. My legs are spread wide, and I'm struggling against the ties. I then feel the tip of his tongue lick up my outer labia. I let out a small scream, pulling so hard against the straps that I hear the headboard creak against the force.Instead of. It was not more than nine hundred meters from The Federation House's balcony. Not an easy shot, unless of course you had Fang's extensive training.Fang sat up in the tree after having found the perfect branch for his claws to grasp. Fang had the sniper model disrupter slung over his back. He had carried it, combat style, just in case he needed to use it. It was, after all, quite a weapon. The beam emitted from this disrupter was dual-mode. Instead of the human's idea of just breaking down.