My flesh massaged his dick as he thrust up into me. Ecstasy beat in my soul. Sex indian “Well,” he said, “she’s my faerie wife.” He reached out, taking my hand. I pressed against her body, feeling her tremble. My orgasm flooded my body with euphoria. Then Sven would kill him. I wanted him flooding me. “I’m his sex slave. When he killed that dastardly Prince Meinard and married Princess Ava, I would fill their castle with sex slaves all dedicated to loving them. He padded forward, his leafy tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, his ears perked up, made of fine vines entwined together like woven wicker. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me. My pussy clenched down on his thrusting cock over and over. Kora whimpered beside me, trembling in her own delight as the pleasure peaked in me.
