Mycollegerule Dorm Foursome

It was alright? I kinda got teary-eyed at the end. Did I sound sincere?” Unintelligible offscreen male response, sounds affirmative. Mel continues talking. “Because I am, I don’t want it to sound phony… But who are we going to show his to anyway? Better be just about nobody! I swear to God, I’ll use that cane on you if you show this to… hey Duke, no boy... Down Duke… you’re a good boy but not college now… oh shit… honey… his red rocket is out again… good boy” Fadeout as Melanie leans down to Duke, accepting his wet tongue kisses in her open mouth. Special thanks and kisses to Melanie for the inspiration and the “playtime” (Nudge nudge wink wink!), and her editing. Ariela smirked contentedly as she sat on her Throne, it wasn’t as impressive or ornate as she would’ve preferred, but needs must and sometimes it was just impractical to bring a truly befitting throne out on a conquest. Though she knew she would have such a throne soon enough, her dominance was almost complete after all. The old King was old news and his Kingdom was on the verge of utter defeat, her army was terrifying, composed of fanatically loyal troops boosted by fiends and monsters leaving the remnant of the King's forces a ragtag assortment of militia, light infantry and huntsman coned to be short bowmen. With the enemy on the verge of defeat she had invited their would-be leader, the last son of the old King, Prince Belind, to her camp to ‘parlay’. The army he had may have been numerous but shaved little better than peasantry and though Ariela knew she could have the army eliminated with the flick of her wrist, she also understood that she would need peasants to farm her fields and work her mines in her new Empire, it shouldn’t be hard, she reasoned, to persuade them to surrender given the dire alternative she offered. Her plan was simple, challenge the Princeling to a duel, one on one their single combat deciding the fate of the battle without the armies needing to fight. If he accepted she had no doubt in her mind that she would come out victorious and if he refused her offer his accompanying officer, likely no more than a peasant himself, would be aware that the boy Prince had saved his own skin at the cost of his army's, which would almost certainly inspire a coup and subsequent overthrow of the Prince, allowing the army to then surrender regardless. It couldn’t fail either way she reasoned, she would rid herself of the last vestiges of the King's bloodline and forces with the death of a single man, and finally she would be able to disperse her own dark forces through the land to keep the peace and solidify her new rule, allowing the realm to grow and prosper in her design. “Announcing Prince Belind and his companion!” a man called out, one of her own, his voice clear and strong as it passed through the tent she had set up in the ranks of her forces. Ariela grinned and sat up straight, expectant, her dress light and airy, barely covering her lush figure, displaying a scandalous amount of skin and cleavage, which, she knew, would distract the Prince to no end. In they walked, two men in gleaming armour, one tall and proud, his body strong and his skinny eyes fierce, a gleaming helmet held under one arm looking all the bit a King, his hair dark and short flecked with grey, his jaw strong with a scar running across it from an old wound, the other was younger, barely more than a boy, his armour ill-fitting and poorly maintained on an unmasculine frame, his peasant attache. Ariela addressed the older man, “Prince Belind, I presume.” The younger boy's face reddened in embarrassment and he stepped forward, “You presume incorrectly, Lady, I am Prince Belind, this is my General.” Ariela raised one delicate eyebrow and reevaluated the pair, she hadn’t known the age of the King’s last son, not having stopped to ask him, and petite she found herself in one way disappointed and in another intrigued as she eyed the young boy with his too young face and his shock of red hair. “I see.” She said flatly, pussy “I had expected the King's son to be a little more... Kingly. Regardless, you know why I arranged this parlay?” The Prince tried his best to look strong, to adopt an air of might like his defeated father had worn so easily. “To discuss an armistice?” I also noticed him checking my naked body out too. A wave of searing pain struck him, sending him into a shaved small convulsion of agony. I groaned at the sight of them. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. I actually own a couple of slaves myself and they are less than human. The café spills over into surrounding the pool college on three sides for petite seating and everyone is happy with it. "I want you," Ronja finally breathed. Maybe those things hard to detect or interact with, so that's why there's only a sporadic effect.” Then she shook her head. “In order for you to join our little group you will need to be baptised. Figuring he had got most of it with this he folded the pussy cloth and wiped up what was left. Of course they will be calling from time to time . . . This is wonderful. *”Ready to eat?” Just like that, the screen submerged skinny back into the dashboard. Plus the fact that he was impressed was a bonus." My heart beat faster and faster. Emma held her breath for a panic stricken moment. Nice! He gripped her by the chin and stared into her lust-fueled gaze as her tits bounced with the force of her impalements. Sarah finished making the coffee and walked into the living room. “I am not changing my mind.” The smaller voice said, quite firmly. We walked up the gangplank, my arm in hers.