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“How about now?” She asked, baring two sparkling fangs. I gawked at her. “Holy shit.” “Do you like it?” My eyes drank her in. “The things you’ll do just to be taller than me.” Yavara laughed, the sound husky and alluring in her new vocal registers. “Patricia, Elena likes to think she has a sharp tongue, but it’s blunted by her dull wit.” I Hardcore grinned back. “I think you’ll find that I use it to great effect, sharp or dull. I’ve been practicing.” Yavara moistened her blood-red lips. “I’d love to see what you’ve learned. Will you spar with me?” “I’m a bit handicapped at the moment.” I said, proffering the hand held in Patricia’s iron grip. I couldn’t help but notice the way she extended her index finger to rest it on my ulnar artery. She noticed that I noticed, and her grin broadened beneath her veil, her finger stroking the pulsing vein. “Let me go, Patricia.” I said. Her red eyes glimmered with amusement, like a cat who’d cornered a mouse and sought to torment it before the end. “Why?” She tittered, lifting her veil, “You don’t need your hand in a duel of tongues.” She licked one fang as she closed the distance between us, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to join in.” “Patricia…” I said cautiously. I turned to Yavara, but she was gone. No, she was behind me, her cold breath on my neck, her hands on my waist, pulling me into her arms with gentle strength. “I’m sorry Elena, but I do so hate a fair fight.” “You always did cheat on indian the practice grounds.” I said, my heart thundering in my ears as Patricia pressed me between herself and her blood-mother, their breasts consuming my face. They lifted me with effortless strength, pinning me between the succulent squish of their bodies. “It’s called ‘gamesmanship’ when royalty cheats, and it’s poor form to accuse your monarch of it.” Yavara’s soft lips caressed my throat. “I never bowed to you.” “Ah, so you’re still a ranger then.” Yavara tongue traced my pulmonary artery, “A spy in my own court, captured and confessed. I’ll show you how I deal with spies, Miss Straltaira.” “Yavara…” I whispered, my cracking voice betraying my fear. Yavara paused. “I could tell you that I’m in control of myself, but that would remove the danger from it.” Yavara’s hand sneaked to my front, gently grasping the part of me that was throbbing against Patricia’s belly. “Something tells me you like the danger. Truth be told, my dearest love,” I felt the points of her fangs against my throat, “you drive me so wild, I don’t what I’ll do.” They moved on opposite sides of my neck, puncturing the flesh, sucking from tender lips. I whimpered, feeling the weakness travel down by spine, accompanying a lassitude that left me numb and accepting. A stupid smile creased my face, and my head became light with intoxication and blood loss. Only one part of me remained tense, and that part curved backward amateur with engorgement as the women eating me began to disrobe, their nudity pressing against me, flesh on flesh, fingers moving together between my cheeks. The next three were for the insurance company to pay death benefits to my bank account. What the fuck is going on?! I was glad when the last of the men left me because my mouth and throat were a bit sore. She nodded her head. Of course, he knew he really wasn’t. There was no telling what was going to happen at dinner. amateur I found Lizzy relaxing on a sun lounger the same way that Hardcore I had been. “You want to be a dirty fucking slut, don’t you bitch? I rose up and plunged my indian dick in her. I helped her to get naked and then started to kiss her back and hug her closer to me my body while touching and feeling her body and her butt chicks. She was remembering it! My heart beat in my chest. Erica smiled back happily. “Look at all the cum on me! I need you to clean me up, don't I?” He marched to the door and opened it. Suddenly his cock erupts with a massive blast of cum. The pulling in my loins intensified, and I had to force myself from Mateo’s mouth before I emptied myself into it. We found one and the guys got some drinks.