He went to see her. Her hands parted the cloth, revealing two small breasts, little cones about the size of the lamia’s own tits. I groaned, grinding my snatch on her hungry mouth, my labia drinking in the feel of her chin and lips. I groaned, my juices coating my fingers. “Yes, you can,” I pouted, resting my chin on Greta’s shoulder. The silky embrace sent pleasure rippling through me. “Kora!” she yowled. “Coming into my bedchamber? The silky embrace sent pleasure rippling through me. Pleasure shot down my shaft. Then she shouted in shock. “I’m going to dump so much cum down your throat.”
She moaned so loudly, sucking so hard. Las’s putrid cum, what are you doing in here?”
“Licking your pussy, Mistress,” purred my lamia slave. I want to love you.”
“Always,” I groaned, pulling her to me. I shivered, nodding my head. Feminine moans came from the tent. And the night my father returned from seeing her, I was consumed by lust for him. “You make me so hard,” I groaned. I can’t wait! I put on my most seductive smile, my nipples so hard against my dress.
