darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
It always proved so enjoyable when a woman discovered a new pleasure. Zuri could feel Briala's confusion and pleasure as the tonguing worked her already heated body over so exquisitely. It was all too easy to picture the pretty woman sandwiched between them, much as she was now, riding a strap-on while getting fucked hard. Surely they'd have her for some time, enough to ensure that she received all the sexual training a woman of her build and beauty rightly deserved.
That soaked sex aligned and sank onto the cock. Zuri pulled away, listening to the groans and gasps coming from both Maxwell and Briala. The fit had to be snug: Zuri could actually see the cock stretching out the tight pussy. She watched Briala sinking herself onto him, bits of moisture rolling down the cock. Not satisfied to remain still, the dark elf began lapping, taking in the bits that drizzled forth while her fingers went up. Part of her hand spread those tight cheeks again while fingers moved forth. It took a little wiggling, but soon enough those talented digits were sliding in and out of Briala's tightly clenched rear, feeling the thrusts as the woman road the mercenary.
For his part, Maxwell had groaned as the woman sank upon his cock. He'd had some tight women before, and Briala had to rank among the tightest. Those hot wet walls squeezed him tighter than any hand could hope. He could feel his cock surging, pushing against her, working to reshape his cock. "There you are, slut," he hissed, squeezing her breast again, "stab that tight little pussy. Can you feel it?" he certainly did, his cock surging, releasing a little more precum into her churning sex. The mercenary groaned and shuddered, moving his own hips in time with Briala, sawing as he thrust up into his captive.
"Grab her hands, Zuri: she's trying to cheat," he said, chuckling. Zuri pulled herself up to grab onto Briala then. The darkling shifted, aligning herself so the she nestled against Briala's back, pulling the bandit queen against her. Her body pressed hard and she began kissing at Briala's neck, clearly starting to work the bandit queen over.
It was at this time that the entrance to the tent parted, a cloaked figure entering. "What is---what are you doing!?" they demanded. A hood fell back, revealing long, almost perfect, auburn hair that fell down beyond a tight rear. The lean warrior was clearly female, clearly an elf, and clearly beautiful enough to practically match the grinding bandit queen. "Unhand her!" The elfish female insisted, moving forward to yank Zuri away, glaring at the mercenary and trying to determine the situation and what needed doing.
That soaked sex aligned and sank onto the cock. Zuri pulled away, listening to the groans and gasps coming from both Maxwell and Briala. The fit had to be snug: Zuri could actually see the cock stretching out the tight pussy. She watched Briala sinking herself onto him, bits of moisture rolling down the cock. Not satisfied to remain still, the dark elf began lapping, taking in the bits that drizzled forth while her fingers went up. Part of her hand spread those tight cheeks again while fingers moved forth. It took a little wiggling, but soon enough those talented digits were sliding in and out of Briala's tightly clenched rear, feeling the thrusts as the woman road the mercenary.
For his part, Maxwell had groaned as the woman sank upon his cock. He'd had some tight women before, and Briala had to rank among the tightest. Those hot wet walls squeezed him tighter than any hand could hope. He could feel his cock surging, pushing against her, working to reshape his cock. "There you are, slut," he hissed, squeezing her breast again, "stab that tight little pussy. Can you feel it?" he certainly did, his cock surging, releasing a little more precum into her churning sex. The mercenary groaned and shuddered, moving his own hips in time with Briala, sawing as he thrust up into his captive.
"Grab her hands, Zuri: she's trying to cheat," he said, chuckling. Zuri pulled herself up to grab onto Briala then. The darkling shifted, aligning herself so the she nestled against Briala's back, pulling the bandit queen against her. Her body pressed hard and she began kissing at Briala's neck, clearly starting to work the bandit queen over.
It was at this time that the entrance to the tent parted, a cloaked figure entering. "What is---what are you doing!?" they demanded. A hood fell back, revealing long, almost perfect, auburn hair that fell down beyond a tight rear. The lean warrior was clearly female, clearly an elf, and clearly beautiful enough to practically match the grinding bandit queen. "Unhand her!" The elfish female insisted, moving forward to yank Zuri away, glaring at the mercenary and trying to determine the situation and what needed doing.