His blows drove my sister back. I savored the grip of her hot cunt on my dick. I buried deep and hard into her, my nuts swelling with the pressure of her tight asshole. Her pussy was spasming around my brother’s cock. This place felt terrible. She ripped down him. He gaped as the fire crackled along my metal sword. Afraid I don’t have one of those.”
“Mmm, don’t play coy. We had spent the afternoon after the princess left preparing. She stared at me with feline eyes. It was like he had figured out my fighting style and had adapted his defense. I gripped them as her hands untied my robe’s belt. I twisted it and threw it open onto a richly appointed sitting room. Parrying. They grabbed those brown mounds and ducked their heads down. My mind blazed with rapture. Another guard did the same, both of them brawny and scarred. My brother was desperately parrying. Pyrriah gained her feet and rammed her burning sword through the chief guard’s chest, left open by my intervention. “My turn,” purred Princess Lavhi. So was Lasla. It was magnificent to slide my dick into her bowels. I groaned and shuddered, that naughty tongue swiping over my clit and pussy lips.
