“Brock,” Prestira smiled, her lips glazed with her lover’s nectar, “it’s wonderful to see you again.” “And you as well, Prestira.” My eyes fell to the heavenly display of sex before me, and my loins stirred, “I was… uh… I was just looking for Zander, have you seen him?” “Why do you want him?” The woman asked, flinging back her blue hair to smile radiantly at me. God, what a woman. Her skin was golden bronze, sparkled with gemstone freckles that highlighted her nipples, labia and anus, japanese the latter two exposed to me above Prestira’s waiting lips. The woman’s voluptuous body was draped over Prestira’s slender form, a tantalizing juxtaposition of skin color and shape. “Brock?” The woman asked, her amethyst eyes twinkling, “Brock, can I help you?” I was dumbstruck, momentarily forgetting why I’d even come. “There Hairy is a meeting at eight.” I said, shaking myself out of my stupor, “You are of course invited, Prestira. If you see Zander, please tell him that he needs to come as well.” “And you, Brock?” The woman tittered, “Are you going to… come?” Prestira playfully slapped her sparkled friend, who licked her lips lecherously at me, her eyes fixed on asian my growing erection. I might’ve taken her up on the invitation, but something in Prestira’s expression suggested it wasn’t a mutual one. If I was being honest with myself, Prestira scared me. I often got the sense she knew what I was thinking, and when she leveled those white eyes on me, there were times I swore I felt her in my head. So I grunted something, tucked my boner into my waistband, and marched out of the tent. “Where are you going, big boy?” A husky voice said in my ear, “You think you can tease me with this toy, and not let me play with it?” There were two hands in my pants a second later, the elegant fingers wrapping around me, the soft palms squeezing. I was pulled back into the tent, and before Prestira Rasloraca’s disbelieving eyes, her friend gave me the best blowjob of my life. I lasted less than two minutes, and when the Hardcore Videos orgasm came, it brought me to my knees. Even as I grunted and groaned, the woman sucked me, generously swallowing around my pumping cock, cradling my balls, caressing them as they shrank in her palm. When she was done with me, she smacked her turquois lips, and grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you.” She whispered, leaving a parting kiss on the tip of my cock. The fact that we’d just met didn’t bother me in the least. She could’ve told me moon was made of cheese, and I would’ve just blissfully nodded my head, and smiled. When I left the tent, Prestira was shaking with giggles. I didn’t pay her any mind. I strode through the village with a spring in my step, knowing exactly where I’d find the queen. Why had I been so tense before? Queen Yavara wasn’t one for rigid ceremony and grand welcomes. I’d be fine. Everything would be fine. It was a beautiful morning, the birds were chirping, the sun was out, and I’d just gotten my dick sucked by one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen. The shadow of grief that hung over me seemed to lighten for the first time. Elena was easy to find; I just followed the choir of moans across the village. The hut in question had the door shut and the windows covered. “Ranger?” I knocked on the door, “Ranger, is the queen in there?” Elena’s head of disheveled platinum hair sprung from curtains, which Hardcore quickly drew together about her neck. Her face was flushed, nearly redder than bronze, and smeared with at least five different shades of lipstick. “She’s here.” Elena panted, “But she’s rather busy right now, so if you could… oh, fuuuuuck.” Elena’s eye rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip. A moment later, there was a rustle in the curtains right below her, and a familiar dark face popped out. “Brock!” Queen Yavara exclaimed, her face as much a mess as Elena’s, “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you! “Give it a second,” Patricia said, breathing hot breath once more onto the skin. None of the people still awake interested Hairy me and with the lack of, we’ll say energy, in my system I did not want to be awake anymore. Her pale skin made Hardcore her golden bush and the brown hair under her arms stand out. I guess you could call me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some asian kind of electronic device. I was actually kind off enjoying this pose. He grinned and led me back to the bar, where we ordered a drink and some nachos. It was hot watching my eighteen-year-old daughter having sex. He immediately Hardcore Videos introduces himself to me and we begin to talk. She had even gleefully told Tracey one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey's dresses. Before the card game started, the doorbell rang again. "I'm going to cum sis, japanese don't stop Cath, harder, please, Harder!" That hot mouth felt amazing.