Glittering golden caps covered his tusks, one broken near the base and the other curling up and over his cheek. A braided beard covered his jaw. His green skin was only broken by the crisscross of scars over his torso. Spear wounds, knife wounds, burns and magic blasts; all healed over time. More than could be said of those who attacked him. “Khargosh dear, check for traps.” The orc nodded and surveyed the nearest wall of ice. “Enora, I trust you know what we’re looking for.” The second figure inclined her head stiffly, a tall drow woman carrying a book that looked quite similar to Cloudberry’s, which now lay on the floor by her feet gathering ice crystals. Her eyes were a deep crimson, almost completely black and they seemed to mock anything she looked at. Her mouth was a cruel, thin line that did not smile for any reason. Her outfit was a black leather ensemble, all Hardcore straps and harness and barely any skin coverage. Drow had no need to fear the cold, and her lithe legs with skin the colour of crushed grapes were open to the elements. Her hips were narrow, giving big cocks her a wispy and feminine silhouette. Short white hair cascaded down one side of her face, the other side an undercut. On her chest she wore the insignia of the drow Queen’s personal executioner guild. An assassin. As she flipped through the book with deft fingers it became clear that some of the pages were unreadable, covered in the blood of its previous owner. The commands came from the third babe figure, slightly smaller than the others, and plumper. Two twisted dark horns snaked out from beneath their hood and over their head, large blonde enough to show that this must be a tiefling with many years behind them. They marched up to the dais with the statue of Cloudberry and the ornate throne, throwing off their black velvet cape and revealing a long train of thick dark hair, trailing behind them on the floor. Unlike the stoic and beanpole-like Enora, this tiefling rogue was a riot of sarcastic smiles and insolent curves. They walked with purpose, each hooved step a powerful blow, bouncing their breasts and exaggerating their wide hips. They ran a finger across Cloudberry’s back as they walked past, leaving a path in the condensation from her ass to her head, and with ceremony sat down in the throne of Just-Ice and surveyed the room. They crossed their legs, the leather of their trousers creaking, and tapped their long red nails against the arm of the chair. Their skin was a deep and unmitigated crimson, the only darker patch being the lips, which were maroon like the blowjob twilight sky. Like the drow assassin, they had no need for many clothes to keep them warm. Demon ancestry gave them an inner fire that burned brightly through their veins. The cape, therefore, was for dramatic effect. “She is,” Paloma said. Despite Branka's pussy convulsing about my clit-dick, I was suddenly nowhere near my orgasm. Morgan felt a shiver go up her spine as she stood in front of them. “Oh.” To see your blonde hands wrapped around our two pricks pumping the cum out of both cocks was an extremely memorable experience. Becoming one of those people is a lifelong dream of mine.” Wasn't I going to be put in some sort of quarantine just in case I was full of bugs or something?� It was about that time when Jill’s husband emerged from the lower level of their yacht babe with a hot thirty something blonde with big tits draped blowjob all over him. “Keith is quite handsome, and I wouldn’t mind riding his big cock myself. They looked up to see the girl in the doorway struggling with a fat black and green worm coiled around her tennis shoe. But Rotty would give a token snarl in return. Jenny and I walked over to the side. Hardcore Why a lizard would have breasts is beyond big cocks me. I didn’t think they reared their young that way.