Always remember that I and we are with you always." Even as he spoke Ambrose could feel the tension he'd felt before start to ease. "Though I cannot be here as I am now in the coming times, remember, I am with you in all other ways. I wish for you to always continue and prosper. Always watch out for your kin amateurs as I hope this will become a place beauty and justice. I will return again one day always remember that I love all of you. Be well the people of Xendra, live well." A huge cheer went up from the homemade multitude there that continued for quite a while. They were still cheering when Skylos suddenly looked up from a piece of equipment then ran for Ambrose whispering in his ear. Ambrose's eyes went wide then he nodded whispering to Kindra. Kindra's shaved eyes went wide then she hugged Ambrose tighter as she started to cry. Ambrose handed her to her mother whispering to her orgasm then Hippacamp and Timora. All three nodded sadly then moved back as Ambrose and his people moved to the three ships. As the ships lifted off the people on the ground grew quiet. Hippacamp and Timora spread the word that the god and his helpers had to return. As they rapidly made orbit Skylos had a look of concern on his face. Finally free of the planet's gravity the three ships were suddenly buffeted roughly. "Stay as close to us as you can." Skylos was telling the other two ships. "Sire are blowjob you feel..." Skylos started as he saw that Ambrose was almost pale. “Rum and coke,” he said softly. “I think I’m starting to fade a little.” Delilah lifted her face, her lips gleaming with pussy juices. Prince Meinard orgasm – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch ————————————————— “Blueberry pie.” Just as she arrives with the wine, blowjob two other gentlemen approach me. They both introduce themselves to me. Again, I see mouths moving but really don’t hear their words. “Hey!” I yelled at Passion, but she would not meet my gaze, “Julia doesn’t give a shit about your fucking forest! I looked over my shoulder at him, my strawberry-blonde hair swaying around my face. The cool fabric of amateurs the seat strange against my bare bottom. It appeared as if there was one for each foot. His fingers slipped under the hem of her loose skirt “Can you hear us miss?” homemade They hungered for shaved my Mistress.