“I like seeing her make art,” Ealaín answered, not taking her eyes off of Mistress Kora. I didn't mind being ignored for something so asian graceful and entrancing. “It makes my mother happy.” “It makes Kora happy,” I said. “Isn't that what's really important about it?” Ealaín looked down at me, giving me an impenetrable look, her face a mask, her yellow eyes flat, unreadable. I breathed in her scent, struggling to understand her emotions, but I only smelled her spicy pussy and Kora's juices clinging to Ealaín's big girl-cock. I flicked my tail and asked, “If you thought it would make great art, would you have her fuck those two faerie males drooling over her?” Ealaín nodded. “Definitely.” “Even though she loves her japanese brother?” Something fetish flickered across Ealaín's face now, a passion that animated the smile spreading on her lips. “Imagine the art that she could create with those emotions. Guilt and pain can create something as memorable as joy.” My tail bristled. “You would hurt her?” “I would guide her to art wherever that path might take.” The aoi si glanced at Brunette the two fawning males watching Kora on the other side, stroking their hard dicks. They hungered for my Mistress. They wanted to fuck her body so hard, to use her like a whore. “I would see her create something amazing and wonderful.” “But is it her art you're guiding her towards?” I asked. “Or is it your own?” Ealaín frowned at me. I just gave her a big, toothy smile then turned my attention to Kora, her hands now wandering her body as she danced, caressing her curves. It was like her hands belong to another, to her lover. To her brother. She squeezed her breasts, cupping them, loving them as she let out a moan of delight, more cum coating her thighs, the hermaphrodite's jizz adding something exciting to the dance. Something so wicked that had my pussy juicy with excitement. Chapter Fifteen: The Queen's Good Boy Sven Falk I waited, fighting my impulses to try shower and escape as I stared up at the queen. She looked down at me with her golden eyes. And so I was... "Cum for Daddy." Facing the orgy. Young-looking and slim, she wore a stylish ivory lace nightgown that was transparent enough to tease the wide hips and heavy breasts hidden Brunette beneath the light fabric. What about you?” They urged each other to insane rapture, for the moment driving out the grief and fear both felt. It wasn’t long before I realised what the third bucket was for, one of japanese the girls went fetish over to it, squatted down onto it and had a shit. All the men could then fuck my mouth, and if the women wanted, they could put their pussies over my face and Ryan would tell me to eat them. I know in my heart that he will be faithful to me. I love him so and I love you as well.” Denise said He grunted, his jizz pumping into my patient's cunt. There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. She worked extremely hard over those years at softball, developed a love for the game, and it became her focus. It was 12 inches in length and 3 inches in width. She pushed herself up with her hands so that her face was right in front of his. And what if he took, and asian dealt evermore taking, ‘til I’d dance to his every demand? I felt a warmth spread into my bowels as Jim let his cum flow into me. Yewubdar glanced towards them. My dicks shower hard just thinking about it.” “C’mon, it’ll be fun. "Much better. His mouth seemed to be everywhere at once down there, on her and in her. “Cum on my mom's face. Damn, no wonder he couldn't use the massive power he had. Again, I’m speechless. “Sir, this meat girl says her name is Lisa. Between those two, Mount Whitney is just there for extra coverage if need be.” I felt her catching it inside and not swallowing any.