Indian Feet Getting Worshipped

“You like it, do you not?” The succubus giggled, petting the nymph’s hair, “You look so pretty with a fat cock in your mouth.” She leaned in to her counterpart, and whispered, “I am going to venture on my own now; you do not need my help any longer.” As the nymph slowly consumed my cock, the succubus strutted around me, and guided me by the hips to my knees. Then I felt her probing thumbs separate my cheeks, and her serpentine tongue slither wetly into my ass. I groaned, enraptured by the way her forked tongue gently parted my tight filth, its length expertly massaging the pulsating organ imbedded within me. Her lips pursed around my rim, and she sucked in contest with her corkscrewing invasion, turning my exit into a swollen circle from which she feasted. The nymph before me became more emboldened with every second, her innocence shedding from her, the corruption of desire brimming behind her green lenses as they stared with unbridled avarice up at me. The two halves of Arbor slid their hands between my legs and gently grasped a testicle apiece, rolling the throbbing nut between their fingers and thumbs, coercing tingles deep into my pelvis that made me seize in pleasure. When I was near to erupting, the succubus parted from me with a decadent smack of her lips. “I think he is ready.” She laughed behind me, examining her work from between her thumbs, “What about you?” The nymph slowly pulled from me, revealing the sheened length of meat she’d been devouring. “Yes.” She whispered shakenly. The succubus laid on her back, then beckoned for the nymph to climb atop her. Crawling demurely over to her, the nymph straddled her busty counterpart, presenting a contrast of voluptuousness and lithe grace, rich flesh and pale skin. The succubus gripped one of the nymph’s supple cheeks and spread, showing me the tight pink button of her anus, the bow of her glistening pelvic floor, the blush of her virgin slit, wet with desire. The nymph whimpered, staring back at me with eyes full of vulnerability, her delicate shoulder hunched insecurely. “Do not be frightened.” The succubus smiled, “Remember how Master made us feel?” “So wonderful.” The nymph muttered, some of the apprehension leaving her shoulders, her green eyes fixed on my cock. “Yes,” the succubus looked at me from behind the nymph, “and Zander is a man of many talents indeed. I seem to remember you doing something very interesting with a dawn-elf named ‘Winter’ some three-hundred years ago.” “Nothing gets by you, huh?” I said, positioning myself behind them. “In my forest, I see all.” The succubus smiled, “Now, if you please…” I thought the incantation, and before the disbelieving eyes of the nymph, and the avaricious eyes of the succubus, I grew a second cock. It sprouted above the original, filling with sensation as it engorged to its full length, the flesh tight and thin, the shaft rigid and throbbing. “We will feel this pleasure together.” The succubus whispered to the woman draped atop her, “And when we come, we will leave this place as equals.” She smiled affectionately up at the nymph, “Do not forsake our heart for our mind any longer.” “Never again.” The nymph whispered back, and planted a kiss on the succubus’s lips. She melted once again into the heat of the beast’s lust, moaning as her body relaxed into a surrendered lassitude. The violet eyes of the succubus twinkled from her heavy lids, and beckoned me. I could feel the heat of them against my tips, their slits opening like blushing petals to show the glimmering pink flesh, vivid against pale and dark complexions. I pressed inside, and they encompassed me, their heat taking me in, their tightness sucking me deeper. The succubus dropped her head to exalt a moan of relief, while the nymph raised hers to cry out indian the pain of her breaking chastity. I held her slender waist as her twin held her cheeks open, exposing the length of my cocks as they were slowly consumed by two sets of tender foot fetish lips. Deeper, deeper, deeper; their soft heat surrounded me, their pliant flesh squeezing me for every inch until I was sheathed to the hilt, my crotch pressing into the supple cheeks of the nymph, my balls resting against the pulsing taint of the succubus. “Oh, gods!” The nymph sobbed, her head falling onto the succubus’s breasts. “Oh, Zander.” The succubus moaned, fixing her heels into the astral earth to elevate their pelvises, spreading their legs wider so that I could sink that much deeper. I was pressing against the end of the nymph, her anal aperture throbbing with her heart, its cadence diminishing as the pain washed from her with the last of her innocence. “He is so big!” The nymph cried, femdom an expression of astonishment on her face. “But you can fetish take it.” The succubus hissed, grinding her hips, directing the motions of the nymph atop her. She panicked and screamed as one pulled her hair standing her up and said. It was too surreal. “Uh… M-Master?” Chloe asked. femdom Then watching you blow him a little later. Your mistake was that until you have 4 stars like Sarah you should not offer opinions that are not asked for. They'll think we're in the library. Like a husband. Edwin burst out laughing as he pulled her close to himself. Kate giggled. Ephus - the godling man with unusual power. Steve smiled at me and grabbed me putting me in fetish all fours like a little bitch in heat. He suddenly stops massaging my love button and starts whimpering, “I’m stuck, I’m stuck.” I want my cock inside her ass so I withdraw my finger and maneuver her so that I can foot fetish slide my cock inside. We started the fire and when it was ready, I put the steaks on indian to cook.