There’s no way I’m pulling out and running into the woods for some willow bark before I finish, so I do the only thing I can do, and try to shock him out of it. I take my fingers, and drill both my hands into Zander’s ass, and I tell ya, it was like the old fucker got hit by lightning. I mean he jolted up so hard he damn near split the poor girl in half!” Brock slapped his knee before the roaring laughter of his audience, while Yavara gave me a pouty face as the humans who were groping her ran in terror from the orc. pussy “Why can’t I have any fun?” She said, her words slurring, “You were up there putting on a show for everyone, and I’m down here with no one to play with.” “I’m not your dad, Yavara, but I do need to protect you. Once you gain your abilities to protect yourself, you can fuck your way through the whole city for all I care. Right now, we need to get you upstairs with Prestira, so come on.” I hoisted Yavara up and supported her as we walked up the stairs, Prestira following behind. Brock stayed in the bar, blowjob a sizeable audience forming around him as he embellished a few more of his tales. Prestira closed the door behind us, the roaring sound of the bar muting with the pull of the latch. Yavara plopped onto a pillow laid on the floor, and Prestira sat cross-legged before her. The two women studied each other, though I daresay Prestira did it with a bit more tact. While Prestira gaged Yavara with a calculated gaze, Yavara swayed drunkenly on her Hardcore pillow, her eyes running unabashedly up the exposed length of Prestira’s belly. “You’re really pretty, Prestira.” Yavara slurred, ogling the inner portion of the witch’s breasts, “I really like the way you do sex; you should teach me sometime.” Prestira smiled back at Yavara and gave her a glass. “Drink this, Yavara. As cute as you are when you’re drunk, we need you sober right now.” “When Zander pressed you against the glass,” Yavara whispered, leaning close to Prestira’s face, her body tilting precariously, “I started to touch myself.” Prestira slut tittered and guided the drink to Yavara’s lips. Yavara reluctantly drank the potion, her body straightening as drunkenness left her. “You can remove her disguise, Zander. I need to look into her real eyes.” Prestira said to me. I touched a finger to Yavara’s ear. Her rounded ear became pointed, and her green irises changed to orange. Prestira gazed into Yavara’s eyes, scanning them thoughtfully. Yavara stared back, her composure apprehensive. “You have great potential, Yavara.” Prestira said softly, “I’ve never seen a being with as much power coursing through them as you. Zander has brought five of you to me in the past, all of them very powerful. None of them bitch had what you have. He always wanted his son to dominate his daughters. "So,” he said, “while what you’ve done for me is bitch amazing, you can see why I need other outlets, other women. It’s cold tonight so probably nobody is there, let’s go see.” The way she said it I knew not to ask any more but I got the impression she may not be as virtuous as I thought. No, other way around. She was polite and nice but there was also a kind of tension between us. The way he talked about it made Presley feel like there was something she was missing. Her belly wasn’t chubby, it practically didn’t even exist, it was simply rounder than Monet’s who has a flat stomach. Around 9 when we awaked from noises in the house, we saw Joy in the doorway. She just hoped and wished that he continued his raw stroking for Hardcore just blowjob a few minutes more. The second round was a little different. “Goddamn.” “You weren’t, were pussy you? slut So a half hour later she informs me that he texted her and wants her over there. I groan at the nearly painful scraping on my most sensitive flesh. “It seems everywhere my sister goes, you’re not far behind.” He noted. She felt electrical vibrations spreading throughout her entire body. I snuck out of the house, naked, and onto the lower deck in the back yard. Charles tried to pull his wrists free but couldn't. “Yes, yes, eat her pussy, Becky!” growled Tim. It was going to be a scorcher. Can you blame me? So would you trib with me, Trish? She sighed loudly when he inserted it into her. They were mostly just talking. I protested for a moment until she said “It’s the least I can do for you making breakfast.” She had a little smirk and turned away. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly questions about his lousy attempt to draw me. His answers sounded just as stupid as my questions. “That’s just short-sighted. “Yeah, that happened too.