I feasted on the cream pouring out of her married pussy. The pressure in my balls rose to that pinnacle. She was mine. I straightened my back and marched up to the gates with confidence. He laughed. I gave her pleasure. Pyrriah gasped. Mother Azuliana?”
“That’s our mother,” I said. “Shift your grip, brother,” she said. Her hot twat spasmed around me, sucking at me. “Oh, Las’s big dick, Pyrriah, ram that dildo into my bowels.”
“Mmm, yes,” Pyrriah purred. Her nipples were an even darker shade. “Show them to the corner room, third floor. It seemed like a lot of money, but the way Pyrriah held the sword stirred something in me. That’s all.”
“You cross the desert dressed like that?” the second guard said, glancing at us. I had a feeling I knew what sort of treasure box he wanted to plunder. The pleasure slammed into my mind with each eruption. Twat squeezed around my dick, welcoming me into her depths. We broke fast on a breakfast of something called cheese and dates. He had the swarthy, brown skin of the locals, a thick, bristling beard of black with two streaks of gray in it. Ooh, you’re going to be drinking all my pussy cream.”
“You know I love to!” Lasla moaned. “That many people…”
I nodded.
