Going to sleep after battle meant she was still in her battle garb, a vest and chaps of thick polished leather strapped over her regular clothes, with an oval of layered steel over her chest. hard until it feels good.” Her hands caressed his chest, encouraging him, legs trembling with excitement as she held them apart. Sex Dumin’s cock twitched, making her belly deform, her broken ribs moving with it in a way that made her groan and touch her clit. When she was the same size as he, she stopped tracing the swirl, and ceased to grow. It was a secret among the Dragonbrides that their name was more than a boastful title, as most outside the order assumed. “Press harder, my love… Swyena yelped, kept from flying from the saddle only by the straps holding down her legs, hands flinging out to try and catch the contents of the bag as they flew out and onto the ground, clattering about some twenty feet away before coming to a rest. Read 36798 times |
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