Have her here, right now
From Lord Of Utterdom
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"My mouth?" She asks, suckling a finger deep between her puckered pink lips. "Between these lovely tits?" She says, pushing her arms together to mash her mammoth tis together into impossible cleavage. "My cunt?" She questions, lifting up her tattered clothes to reveal her fire red bush. "Or perhaps my ass?" She says, turning and bending over at the hips, spreading herself open to show you the pink little buttonhole between her big round cheeks. "Your choice, good prince." | "My mouth?" She asks, suckling a finger deep between her puckered pink lips. "Between these lovely tits?" She says, pushing her arms together to mash her mammoth tis together into impossible cleavage. "My cunt?" She questions, lifting up her tattered clothes to reveal her fire red bush. "Or perhaps my ass?" She says, turning and bending over at the hips, spreading herself open to show you the pink little buttonhole between her big round cheeks. "Your choice, good prince." | ||
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[[Oral]] | [[Oral]] | ||
Revision as of 16:21, 15 October 2012
You turn to Torvault, and tell him to deliver the pardon to your father immediately. He doesn't question. He simply heads down the hall and up the stairs.
You wait until he's gone then turn back to the redhead. She wiggles her brows and licks her lips.
"Anything you want is yours, but you only choose one source of pleasure."
You perk a brow.
"My mouth?" She asks, suckling a finger deep between her puckered pink lips. "Between these lovely tits?" She says, pushing her arms together to mash her mammoth tis together into impossible cleavage. "My cunt?" She questions, lifting up her tattered clothes to reveal her fire red bush. "Or perhaps my ass?" She says, turning and bending over at the hips, spreading herself open to show you the pink little buttonhole between her big round cheeks. "Your choice, good prince."
Your hard on can barely contain itself, but you remember hearing something about having coitus with a witch being a bad thing. Oral
