Bakiir didn’t appear afraid at all. Xnx My pussy spasmed. My heart’s juices melted on my tongue. I purred louder and louder. “He has to fuck that old, toothless queen’s dried-up cunt. Her brown hair danced about her shoulders. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even bigger as I stroked him. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her throat. She loved whipping a man as much as me. Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory tiger head snarling in bloodlust. “You are going to be such a delight.”
“I’m not afraid of your whips,” he growled. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clit. The crowd cheered. I drew back the whip. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen’s bodyguard.
