As we rushed down a worn-out flight of primitive stairs carved out of the sand-colored rock. Eric said. “I let him live because of you.”“I didn�...��t like that geezer either, and my gods don’t require worship. Oh and brother, remember I can break my neck. We are pressed for time, but storming down these uneven stairs in a robe is a recipe for disaster.”“Not to worry, sister.”We had reached the bottom of the stairs and followed the narrow corridor chiseled out of the rock. The corridor was part of a. I stood by the door as she entered to get her smell. She smelled like roses. The fucking door was so big that I couldn’t contact her boobs.I stared at her big butts as she walked in and she sat on the couch.Preeti: mmm. Impressive place…oh…so sorry. What’s your good name?Me: neil. Call me Neil.Preeti: ok. Neil…Unlike the other girls who came to my parlour, she didn’t have a naughty eye on me and my exposed six packed body.Me: so. What massage do you want Preeti?Preeti: you know Neil. I have to. ITS ALMOST HERE MAY…… WAIT… WAIT… WAIT NEARLY: SUCK MAY HARDER.. HARDER THIS IS ALL FOR YOU GRANDMA…..OH SHIIIIT SHIIIT! NOW NOW NOW OH BABY THERE IT IS DARLING OH MY GOD” my juice absolutely burst out of my cock like volcano spurt after spurt May sounded like she was choking but I could not nor would I stop it Cumming. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!!!!!!!!!! ITS LIKE A HOSE IT WANT STOP! BUT FUCK ITS SO SO FUCKING GOOD……. TAKE IT BITCH TAKE IT ALL I WANT MY COCK TO FEEL YOUR ADINOIDS OH OH YES GRANDMA” I. .. Ace," he finished softly. He looked at Brock for something. Support, confirmation, I couldn't tell. Brock is normally unreadable. Now he was professionally so. Mt. Rushmore is a study in emotion compared to Colonel Brock.Bargrave looked back at me with a questioning gaze. I could hardly disappoint him. I held up my hand and scaled it from my elbow to my fingertips, finishing by extruding five gleaming three-inch long claws.Bargrave swallowed hugely. I removed the scales and claws and put my.