She locked gazes with me, extended her elegant fingers, and coiled a gentle fist about my shaft. If you want it, you’re going to have to take it, Zander. I hate these games you play with me. I blowjob have no idea if you’re going to japan blow me or bite me. “I guess you’ll just have to roll the dice.” Prestira said aloud, drawing an inquisitive look from Yavara before she resumed her meal. I asian placed a hand atop Prestira’s head and guided it forward. Prestira accepted me into her mouth, but not before teasing me with a soft bite. I grabbed her head and forced it forward until she took me all the way in, eliciting a gag from my erstwhile paramour. Her throat hugged my shaft, her esophagus pulsing around me, swallowing to draw me deeper. She gazed up at me as she withdrew my member, japanese her lips wrapped around me, her tongue snaking the underside before toying with the head. Satisfied with the knowledge that I was still willing to play her violent game, Prestira decided not to test me again, and instead displayed her generosity. She took me in over and over, the graceful length of her pale neck bulging with my girth, her smoky eyes closed to savor the depths of my lust, and the taste of it. She rotated her lips with her suction, her cheeks going gaunt with the pull of her mouth, her curled tongue sliding around me. I groaned. Yavara released Prestira’s nipple and began to lick her way downward. Prestira’s thighs were crossed around Yavara’s wrist, not opening herself for Yavara’s mouth. Yavara withdrew her molesting hand, strings of lust webbing her fingers. She sucked them one at a time, each pass of her lips an exaggeration of lechery. “You taste so good, Prestira.” Yavara whispered huskily, her head resting on Prestira’s thighs, her pupils dilated, “Please let me have more.” Yavara set herself to coercing Prestira with a single finger, petting the delicate ribbon that closed the witch’s slit, the petals parting tenderly. Prestira moaned around my cock, her eyes drooping to pleading teardrops, her expression conflicted. Damn, she’s good. Prestira muttered in my mind. I warned you. It’s scary how good she is. Prestira hummed as she rotated her lips around my base, I swear I didn’t like women before, but… maybe I did? Was there a mental block on my bisexuality, or is pussy an acquired taste? One a long enough timeline, everyone’s bisexual. Some people just take longer to realize it. Prestira’s thighs began to rub together about Yavara’s teasing hand. Should I let her in? There’s no shame in it. OK, Prestira mentally prepared herself, no turning back now. She tentatively opened her legs. Yavara grinned, and pushed Prestira’s legs even further apart, exposing and opening everything between them. She nestled her muzzle into Prestira’s vulnerable splay, and ran tongue along Prestira’s slit in one motion. Prestira rolled her eyes, their lenses filming with pleasure. I admired the blissful look that glowed from her face, the pristine portrait interrupted vulgarly by the length of meat bulging from her red lips. Yavara’s tongue found Prestira’s clit, and Prestira wrapped her legs teen about Yavara’s head in a welcoming embrace, pushing the little elf’s nose deep into her glistening folds. As Yavara tested the depths of Prestira, Prestira decided to do some exploring of her own. Her hands traversed the bridge of my legs, finding the apex after a tortuous path. She lingered on my balls for a while, gently massaging them between her fingers before sliding her hand backward. 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