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TERA “Oh god, I needed this.” I sighed, rocking back and forth on Angela’s cock, moaning each time she passed through my slit, glided along my clit, and ran against that spot on my ceiling. She wasn’t her brother, but for a dead girl, she sure knew how to use a man’s tool. “And what’s this word mean?” Justina asked the enslaved Angela, pointing to a book. She rested on her elbows above Angela, her bronze back curving behind her, her supple cheeks divided by my hand. Three of my fingers did their gentle work in her slit, my pinky toyed with her clit, and my thumb widened her little, purple asshole. “Chaos...” Angela replied, her voice void of emotion. Her eyes were my violet, but instead of brimming with unconditional loyalty, they were dull, and distant. “That’s the fifth time someone has referred to Corruption as ‘Chaos.’” I mused, curling my masturbation fingers and thumb, turning my daughter into handle. “All before the time of Ofan, Breyta, and Iona!” Justina probably didn’t mean to scream the sentence, but she did. “Is it a translation issue?” I wondered, massaging the spasming division of my daughter. “It must be,” Justina heaved the words in a gasp, “maybe they just didn’t have a word for ‘Corruption.’” “But still nothing on Sorrow.” It was getting difficult to speak in a ponderous tone with Angela working her way into me. Justina was right; the mechanical way in which Angela’s enslaved body moved was Big Tits gradually driving me over the edge. “It doesn’t make sense! She’s older than recorded history, but her cycle stops five-thousand years ago?” Justina had abandoned the book, and was instead focusing on Diamond’s petite bust, squeezing the sparkling flesh with covetous fingers, coercing an emotionless groan from Angela. “Not… translation... problem… different… Sentient…” Angela added. “What was that?” I hissed. “Evolution…” Justina jolted upright, her holes contracting like a vice about my fingers, a yelp of shock and delight bursting from her lips. She thrusted with the reaction, pulling free from my fingers, allowing me to suck them clean as she hurriedly crawled to the books piled beside Angela’s antlered head. “What?” I asked, my voice heavy with pleasure. “Evolution…” Justina echoed Angela’s words as she made a stool of her friend’s face. She flipped through a book, her tongue poking contemplatively from the corner of her mouth, her hips gyrating instinctively below her, creating an odd picture of indian lust from the breasts down, and studiousness from the collar up. Angela compliantly pushed her tongue between Justina’s dripping folds, and Justina moaned in reaction, her belly stretching with her circular dance, but her eyes running rapidly through the text. “Justina?” “Sorrow returned on a thousand-year cycle, but we don’t have any record of her before the last five millennia.” MILF Justina pondered, her voice breathy with pleasure, “She has to be older than that, because her cycle never lines up with a Life Giver. But, if she wasn’t always Sorrow…” “…then whoever she was would appear on a different cycle!” I finished with euphoric gasp, feeling myself ascending. “What other thousand-year anomalies are there?” Justina asked, her hands quivering as she began to grind passionately on Angela’s face. “Please light, don’t change.” He reached for his cell phone and hit the video button. Her jaw dropped. Jake had an idea. Nevertheless, I start bobbing my head up and down, gradually increasing in speed, trying to increase the saliva again. The sloppier it is, the hotter it is. As the pressure Solo masturbation increases use your muscles to keep the pads together.” This guy was probably in his early 20s, athletic, 6 foot tall, medium brown hair, clean cut, perfect face symmetry, and an ample butt that was shown very nicely in the sweatpants he always seemed to wear. It was ‘only’ 3120 square feet of elegant decadence. 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It’s been well established since the Revolution of 1688 that the Parliament held supreme authority in the empire, at least according to England. “Keep going.” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the research anymore. I had to plan things carefully but this could be the chance to topple Brooke. Looking up at Harry, she rubbed herself, moaning lightly. We were cooking hot, sweat covered our bodies, our breath ragged with sexual exhaustion as we came off our intimate high.