skelly78
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2015
- Location
- California
Rubbing my new toes against what used to be my mouth and nose sends a pulse of pleasure through me. I finally drop to my knees. Defeated. Most magic duels end like this. It's not that the loser is out of power. The loser could be turned into a rock but as long as she has some will to resist she can try. Not when the loser feels defeated. Loses her will to fight. The winner can do pretty much whatever she wants once the loser has no more will to resist the effects of spells.
And my will is gone. Replaced by thoughts of sexy feet and sex and pleasure. I see your hard cock and feel my pussy, both of them, throb with need. I start rubbing my hand feet against my nipples again just cause it feels good now. I moan happily. Accepting my fate. I know it can only last till the next reset anyway.
And my will is gone. Replaced by thoughts of sexy feet and sex and pleasure. I see your hard cock and feel my pussy, both of them, throb with need. I start rubbing my hand feet against my nipples again just cause it feels good now. I moan happily. Accepting my fate. I know it can only last till the next reset anyway.