HE WAS WATCHING INSANE Inaia, as she spread her labia for him to look in the gleaming slit to her pink threshold. Her clit rang like a damn bell. If only her Lord [Host] could hear it.
Inaia had told herself she'd take her punishment like a good, little wench. But she just wanted to give up and beg for some. Thyra looked like she was in the ninth dimension with his dick. In her feverish riding she had only lifted completely off his shaft once to spray squirt all over his abs and thighs before slamming back down again, and harder, doing him like squats were suddenly the best exercise in the world.
By the Martyr she want to beg for some so much. Some of that huge di—
"I said no touching!" Eotigan boomed in the dragon slur he knew very well unencumbered her.
Inaia pulled up her wayward hand and bit hard on her lip.
'Why could Thyra be hammering on that juicy shaft and she could not?' But to ask such question and she might not get dick at all.
