My art destroyed. XXNX His hot spunk spurted into me. The treemen groaned in frustration. It was such an attractive quality. He thrust so fast. He stared down, his eyes blazing with silvery light, like twin moons shining above. “Better get your cunts juicy, ladies,” Aingeal said, her hands shooting down to her hairless pussy. They moved with rapid strides. “I have the safer job.”
“Do you?”
I shivered. Something approached through the woods. And they have keen senses. Ready to stop Prince Meinard’s despicable army and free all those humans. Gods, I wanted this. My heart pounded in my chest. “They smell us,” Aingeal purred. “Ooh, I need to thank whoever made this feyhound. “…one-hundred and sixty-three, one hundred and sixty-four, one hundred and sixty-five…”
The tension grew in my stomach despite the lust my stroking fingers conjured.
