“You’re too old to be this boring. Aaaaand, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop-chop-chop, if I miss the space in between, my fingers will come off!” I sang, stabbing the knife into the table in time with the song, “And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out, but all the same I play this game because that’s what it’s all about! Time!” Certiok raised her brows. “Twenty-five seconds.” I leaned over, my nose an inch from Brock’s. “Drink, orc.” Brock grinned, and downed his shot. “I just have to outlast you, Ranger. How many more shots can that little body take before Zander has to pump your stomach?” “For someone who looks like half a ton, you’re a fucking light weight.” I laughed, stumbling back into my chair, “Besides, Zander will be reattaching your fingers long before I get alcohol poisoning.” “I’m tempted to just let you two live with your mistakes.” Zander frowned at us. Down the table Trenok and Patricia were in a heated arm-wrestling match, Yavara egging them on. Well, Trenok was in a heated arm-wrestling match; Patricia was making a show of yawning and checking her nails. With an effortless motion of her forearm, she Blowjobs flung Trenok clear off the edge of the table, much to the delight of the bubbly Dark Queen. I grinned at Brock. “Like father, like son. You can give up before you embarrass yourself; there’s no shame in losing to a woman.” “Is that what you’re calling yourself?” Brock grunted, steadying the knife. I slid the robe off my shoulders, and let it fall to my waist. Brock gawked at my bare breasts, his poised hand swaying. “What’s the matter, Brock?” I tittered, “Something distracting you?” I hunched forward onto the tabletop, pressing my breasts together, sucking amateur my thumb. Brock tore his gaze away, fixed his jaw, and steadied his hand. Boisterously singing the song, he ran the knife between his fingers with lightning speed, then stabbed the table. “Time!” “Twenty seconds.” Certiok announced. I slammed another drink before the leering orc chieftain, a drop of burning whisky dribbling down my chin, splashing on my chest, and running to my nipple. God, I was hot. My body seemed to burn beneath the skin, but not just with teen the warmth of liquor. I was becoming increasingly aware of the growing stiffness between my legs, barely concealed by the bunched robe in my lap. And oh, I was wet! I took the knife in one hand, and planted the other onto the tabletop. "Wait. Am I really a cock-hungry slut?’ It was one thing to fantasize at home, in my bed, playing with didoes and watching porn, but this was reality. The scenes were pretty hot. "Squirt in here," she said. I had to hurt him. "Josh, come here, sofa is softer to sit." "Okay." They'll be helping to take care of you for a few days. Belind, urged by her gripping hands started to slow, the thrusts coming teen hard and deep but lasting longer, until, at last, her grip softened and he sat there, panting hard, flat chest rising and Blowjobs falling, cock deflating slowly in his sore cum-filled butt, though the warmth he felt within him, he knew, wasn’t just a result of the fresh deposit she had left, but of his own muted and shamed enjoyment that he still did his best to hide, amateur head bowed. How is he managing to take all that? Hank was still thinking when he noticed the teacher walk back into the room. And It’s all yours to explore during your time off. I assured her it would not be a problem. I had already gotten all the pain to fade with the arm bone three fourths healed now. Sorry for the long wait. "You're gonna be like this for the rest of your life, which won't last much longer." Someone who could provide. That bothered me, so I took the cobblestone street, and pulled it from the earth like yanking a rug from the floor.