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Annette reached behind herself, and grasping my cock, rubbed it up and down her crack. She held it against her ass hole. “Here, I think.” She said, pushing her ass hole back against my cock. “Hold on” she said, dipping my cock to her pussy, she drove it into a couple of times, getting my shaft somewhat wet and lubricated. “Now” she said, holding me against her ass hole. I popped in easier than I thought I would have. Her ass felt wonderful. We were all three fucking more or less as one, me on my knees with Jim’s fat cock buried in my ass, and me, also on my knees, bent over Annette, my hard cock buried in her perfectly rounded milk chocolate colored ass. Not much was said for several minutes, other than moaning and grunting, and gasping as we pleasured each other and ourselves. I, for one, had never been a part of anything like this. Jim was using my ass to get himself off, while at the same time pressing against my prostate, forcing my cum up my shaft, which was, in turn, buried in a beautiful black girls asshole. I reached under Annette to touch her clit as I indian fucked her. Strumming her clit with my finger, Annette launched into orgasm, her ass spasming and causing my cock to erupt, pouring my load into her velvety tight ass. In turn, my asshole spasmed, clenching Jim’s cock in a vise tight aunt grip, causing him to fill my ass with his scalding hot cum. We fell forward onto the bed as one, rolling to our sides as we did. My Fucking arms around Annette, Jim’s arms around me. We were all breathing hard. What a workout. Much better than the gym! Part Three: Long Live the Queen Chapter Seven ELENA She looked so much like Yavara, but it wasn’t quite her. Her skin was tan, her hair black, her eyes were green, and her ears were rounded. She also was doing things that Yavara would never do. Yavara was adventurous, yes, but she wasn’t this adventurous. I watched as the woman who called herself ‘Trisha’ showed off her new pet: Prestira Rasloraca. She couldn’t be Yavara. The Yavara I knew was saving herself for a good man. The Yavara I knew spent her days practicing the bow and riding her horse. This human was just a cruel joke created by god to torment me in my failure. I got up in disgust and opened the door. Something stopped me. A familiar voice rang out, announcing the price of Prestira’s body. I’d know that voice anywhere. I walked back into the bar, shouldering past an enormous orc who bolted the door shut behind me. Brock Terdini, I presumed. Goddamn he was huge, but a well-placed Nadi arrow would fell even the mightiest of beasts. I sat in the back of the room and concealed my boy face with my hood, nursing a drink to ease my nerves. Hardcore I hoped it wasn’t true. I hoped I was wrong. What came next was something I didn’t expect. Trisha disrobed herself in front of the entire bar. The old teen consulate captain was right, Trisha was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. One Fucking older gentleman was watching the videos and stroking his cock. “Because she told me.” “You aren’t going to boy need them. "Holy shit!" I grabbed both of his wrists and held them behind his back with one hand. My hand travels down from her breast, teen finally arriving at the zipper to her skirt. Turning back towards her he pounced, pushing her indian onto her back against the hardwood floor. "For the next few right Hardcore answers, I'll pull my skirt up instead." Beautiful, relaxing choral music is playing His wife aunt is named Missy. It could be a Pokémon belonging to the Grunts, which would be a considerable issue. Chapter Ten