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Brock leaned in. “I would wreck that pussy. I’m not going to let a little dick get in the way of that.” “It’s not little!” I exclaimed, a tiny-bit insulted. “It’s proportional to your frame, I’ll give you that.” Brock shrugged, “And you’re all of what? Five-four? Five-five?” “Five-six.” I muttered. “And the golden rule is: your height in feet, converted to inches, plus one, so you’re perfectly average for an elf.” Brock said, then grinned impishly, “Of course, there’s always outliers, as you saw when I came stumbling in here on three legs.” “My dick’s literally magic.” “I’ve heard that many times, from many different women.” “Mine literally turns women into cum-hungry slaves.” “Mm-hmm.” Brock swallowed a mouthful of pork, “So does mine; just ask Yavara.” I considered Brock’s smug face, then pondered the masturbating knife in my hand, and how fast I could throw it across the table. “My dick saved your life, Orc.” I said instead. Brock burst into laughter. “So it did, Ranger, so it did!” “Do I get reward from the chieftain of the mighty Terdini tribe?” I asked through a wry smile. “Certainly, Ranger.” Brock grinned a tusked grin, “Anytime you have a hankering for some dick, you come ride the one that reincarnated the Dark Queen.” “I will never have a ‘hankering for some dick.’” “Never say never, Ranger. People change all the time.” “Well Brock, anytime you feel a hankering for some indian dick, you just come over to me. I have six customer reviews that say it was a life-altering experience.” “Even if I was gay, I’d never bottom.” She had nimble legs and fox like feet that looked like they were made for running while a quite intelligence shone in her bright orange eyes. is it necessary that they must always touch) Her reply was simply a blushing, smiling emoji. Trully - second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister But it isn’t just a weekend,” she said angrily. Temerons are indian essentially increments of randomness, making them impossible to predict. You’re you . Probably getting a crush on you or something… ugh, that’s so gross.” “Well, without giving away all of your secrets, even back home we know of your mansion, your good health, your sadness at losing your husband so young and your lively parties that attract a goodly number masturbating of the city’s upper crust. Her body then slumped to the floor of the tub, pulling the other slaves down with her. Surprised but not revolted he knew what needed to be done.