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I convulsed violently, tears streaming down my cheeks, my breath like fire, panting like a bitch. I shrieked to the night sky as the orc’s cock throbbed and pulsated, the spasms intensifying until it erupted. Hot cum flowed through my insides, filling my ruined sheath, radiating its delectable heat deep into my bowels. The pressure within me drove me to mania, a mindless beast that writhed in the winds of ecstasy, higher, higher, higher! It exploded, sending bolts of hot pleasure arcing through my body, consuming my being in the throes of it. Spasms jolted through me as the feeling extended from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes, causing the digits to curl in tension. I gasped like a floundering fish until I finally collapsed on the ground, Brock’s half-hard cock pulling out of me, turning my battered shaved socks sphincter into a prolapsed bud of fried nerves. My body trembled as the orgasm subsided, and I took a moment to savor the feeling of Brock’s seed leaking from my gaping ass, and running down my legs. I laid on the ground in exhaustion, dopamine warmly soaking my mind, my body rewarded me for fulfilling its desires. Well done, Yavara. My seductive voice whispered in my mind. I found the last bit of strength I had to turn on my back, and gaze upon the beast fetish that so thoroughly satisfied me. Brock gazed back into my eyes with a perplexed expression. His demeanor changed from confusion to awe, and he dropped to a knee before me. I chuckled and placed a hand atop his head. “Brock, there’s hardly a need teen to stand on ceremony now.” Brock looked up at me, his eyes glazed over. “My thai queen.” I stared back in confusion. Was this a joke? Brock retreated to a nearby tent. Holy hell, was my asshole really that good? I heard the sound of tools and weapons being moved violently as the orc rummaged through his belongings. Brock returned to me with some trinket in his hand. He presented me with a golden mirror, something he most definitely took from the corpse of an unlucky caravanner. “Madam,” a faerie soldier said, fluttering down before her. His skin smells peculiar from the disinfecting soap the nurses have been using to clean him each day. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine how amazing this felt. “Let’s fuck again first. Time for research. Can you do that for me?” It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. Had I not been as tired as I was, I would’ve been curious as to what the upperclassmen were talking about. She moaned again, reaching back to lift her ass cheeks, to open herself fully to me. I pounded into her as her moans and gasps and grunts climbed the scale while I reached around to roughly teen finger her clit. “I’ll join you all in a minute,” she said. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn’t help but notice a tattered corner on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor. Once she reached the point she couldn't comfortably bend socks enough she switched to kneeling and continued lowering herself, all the time little whimpers of pain and pleasure issuing from her lips. She would simply have to stay in a group of at least three. “Oh, this has to be a dream! Get out, now!" Besides, class is almost about to start. Murph kissed her forehead, holding her close fetish in the dark. Claire explained what happened while the cops arrested the guy who turned out to be her ex-boyfriend, whom she had an active restraining order thai against. He began to lick my pussy and then I felt his hands shaved open my labia and his tongue on my clit. “I can assure you, Your Highness, that my friendship with Yavara will only strengthen my resolve.” I glowered at her from the tops of my eyes. “Unfortunately, he was killed during Hurricane Ike. “My teeth are almost rattling.” “Just like that, Nicole.” I answered, snapping a few more pictures.