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“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Drask said, “and I’ve lived my whole life in the Gratoran Desert, so don’t assume my heritage.” “When Droktin opened his pass,” Lucilla said, pointing accusingly at Drask, “it took the might of the dwarven, human and elven nations to repel the flood that charged through it. There’s a reason ‘your’ nation is a scattering of tribes now. They had their chance at being a real empire, and they blew it.” “Victors always write history, don’t they?” Drask laughed humorlessly, “I guess they chose to ignore the part where Arbitrus Gen melted Hektinar, killing a quarter million innocent people and destroying the heart of the empire! An atrocity none of your nations even acknowledge!” “That never happened,” Lucilla laughed, japanese “that’s a conspiracy theory propagated by downtrodden orcs to justify banditry, and the fact that their too lazy to get a job.” “Oh, it never happened?!” Drask seethed, “My people are interracial lazy, are they? Well, you certainly enjoyed the kind of laziness my people could provide you, didn’t you Princess?! ” “Orcs make for an exciting lay,” Lucilla sneered, “they’re basically animals anyway, so it shouldn’t be a surprise they fuck like them. Why you shit-blooded half breeds insist on associating with them is beyond me.” “ Lucilla! ” I gasped, but it was already out. Lucilla was taking the low road, and she was going to ride its racist path right into the dirt. “There it is,” Drask grinned, holding his hands aloft, “I was waiting for the high-blooded bitch to come shining through, and she did, like fucking clockwork. If you weren’t bound to a god, I would take your pale-skin ass behind a tree and-” “And what?” Lucilla grinned, “Do what you people do?” Lucilla and Drask went back and forth, hurling increasingly racist insults at each other as they both abandoned any pretense of political debate, and went right to a pissing contest. I sighed, reached into the fire, grabbed a kabab, and gave half of it to Malek. I nibbled daintily as he ate sloppily, and we sat together and watched the argument get louder and louder. “Why fighting?” Malek asked in broken common tongue. “I don’t know about Drask,” I whispered back, “but Lucilla doesn’t really care about Droktinar; she’s just mad that she won’t be sleeping in fine silk tonight. She’s used to a certain lifestyle, and doesn’t do well when it’s taken from her, so she’s making fetish everyone else miserable. That’s… just what she does.” “Not nice.” Malek grunted, “No good.” “Oh, she’s a good person,” I sighed, “but once she gets in one of these moods, there’s no getting her out of it.” “Why love her?” Malek asked. “I don’t know,” I muttered, “I just do.” I watched Lucilla’s body language change with each visceral comment; her back arching slightly, her chest jutting forward, the lacing on her tunic mysteriously becoming looser, her sneering grin growing wider. I’d seen this play a hundred times with Lucilla, in bars and ballrooms across her estate; I knew how this story ended. I knew when I bound with Lucilla, that there was no way I was keeping her monogamous, but I’d vainly assumed that we’d have a nice honeymoon period before she went searching for variety. “Your brother and my lover are going to have sex.” I said to Malek. “Sex?” Malek asked, making a motion with his forefinger and encircled thumb. “Yup,” I sighed, resting my chin in my hands and my elbows on my knees, “Lucilla’s already decided it’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of time now.” LUCILLA hardcore I tossed and amateur turned in my tent, feeling every stone and uneven patch of grass digging into my back. Nobody sane would choose to camp, but I guessed I hadn’t been making rational decisions lately. Julia didn’t seem to mind in the least. “Grace, meet fetish Marcus. “The wall between our bedrooms is thin. After all, as Smita rightly said, they were the only women in his barren life now. Her hardcore hand shot up beneath my amateur skirt as she pulled away from the college. Her tongue japanese licked and lapped at me. She teased me, drove me interracial wild.
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Then she slowly stroked it. My mind was reeling. “How far do I let this go, or should I stop her?” I thought. She made my mind up for me, japanese when she stepped back, and grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it interracial up and over her head. Then stepped forward again and grabbed my cock, once again. “MMMMMM that’s better. Now we’re both equal and naked…… Damn Trav, you are a very sexy man, and nicely endowed.” she cooed next to my ear, as my cock was almost to its maximum stiffness. All I could say then was, “Oh Fuck” Jackie giggled, “MMMMMMMM, that sounds like a very wonderful idea. Let’s go in the bedroom.” She led me in, still holding me by my hard dick. I asked, “Where’s Alli?” She looked at me and smiled, “She’s over at the Baker farm, then has a dentist appointment, and won’t be back until 2, or so. So we have a few hours to pleasure one another. Just like you two did last night?” My mouth went agape, “You know?” I asked. She laughed, fetish “Sweetie, Alli and I have no secrets. Plus, I stood at amateur the top of the steps and listened for a good while. In fact, I love the taste of your cum too.” “Oh wow. Jackie, you are one sexy lady. You sure about this?” I asked She sat on the bed and pulled me close, so she could take my cock into her mouth. “Oh yeah. Very sure” she said, as her mouth began sucking me. I let her do it for about a minute, but then pulled out, and fell to my knees. I pushed her legs apart, wide, and dove in and started licking her pussy. Unlike hardcore Alli, who had a small strip, she was bald as a baby. Damn she looked hot.
His cock amateur slid easily into her loose expanded pussy. “Right?” And lately he made her walk around the house in nothing more than a pair of panties while they were home alone. “I don’t want to get arrested. A little bit of background, Toby’s full name is Tobias Farquhar-Smythe, son of Hugh Farquhar-Smythe, owner of HFS Logistics, fetish one of the world's japanese largest haulier companies and thanks to him Toby wasn't sacked. “It would be a damn shame if a captain of the fifth regiment were to die.” Well, as the door opens everyone gets a interracial perfect view out of the front of my jeans wide open with my little pair of black satin bikini panties showing and my black satin lace bra, as I'm in the process of buttoning up my flannel shirt. “I may just do that, if this thing hardcore lets me.” I replied pointing down to my pussy. You need to save that up for later!”
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