Enora was more reserved, a visible blush creeping over her wine-dark cheeks, and an equally visible bulge clearly defined in her tight leathers. In the matriarchal kingdom of the drow, it was not uncommon to find women born with penises, assigned the wrong sex at birth. She bit her lower lip and tried hard to think of something else, as a slight wet patch leaked from the tip of her penis and created a damp spot on her harness. Khargosh’s ministrations were working. Where his fingers had been resting over her vulva, a hole had formed between her lips. He tried to enter it but it was still too small, the lips still too hard and icy to let him in. Instead when he tried to push inside, his cock slipped down between her legs, rubbing against her pussy lips and cushioned on each side by her thighs. He moaned and reached over her, wrapping his muscled arm around her neck asian and thrusting into her thigh gap. The melting ice lubricated his cock and allowed it to slide easily in and out. As he did so, her legs parted slightly, and the weight of his body pushed her head to the floor. I knew it. The tiefling thought, as Cloudberry began to regain some flexibility. This was no statue… only a silly, silly little girl. Khargosh had barely noticed, the artefact was doing its work on him. He spread her legs out, and with a triumphant sigh lined himself up to enter her. It was still hard to get his girth inside her, but with persistence the ice melted more and more… and just as how adding the snow had increased her breast size, melting her ice was giving him a depth he couldn’t have reached were she flesh and blood. At first just this throbbing tip entered her, but with every subsequent thrust he entered deeper and deeper still, until his entire length was inside her with every push and his balls slapped against her lips. Only orc women, and some tieflings (he thought, briefly, of the one watching him right now) had the elasticity to handle a full blooded orc cock. Luckily, even elf girls could do it when their body shape could be melted into place. Though some flexibility had returned, she was still ass completely transparent, and the watching party members could see his throbbing cock inside her, improbably deep and pushing hard against her boundaries. “S-she’s a human! No, an elf!” Enora ran over to the statue, ignoring the sweaty orc, japanese and cupped Cloudberry’s face with her hand. “Does she still live? The tiny fool, does she know how dangerous sex magic can be?” Enora’s hand went to her erection, gently stroking the tip with her thumb over her leathers. She had unwittingly touched the statue, and now the artefact will do its magic on her as well. The tiefling bit her lip to see the drow woman get involved. At this point she had lost nipona all pretence of sitting demurely, with one leg over the arm of the chair she was playing openly with her exposed pussy. She didn’t need a cursed artefact to enjoy herself. Her vulva was like a slit with no visible inner labia, only her engorged clitoris poking out near the top. Her pubic hair bus was black like the cascade of hair that ran messily down over the back of the throne. The drow grabbed Cloudberry’s head roughly, and used two fingers to prise open her stiff mouth. With her other hand, she unbuckled the belt on her hip and her lower harness fell down. With a sharp intake of breath she felt the frozen chill in the air against her hot erection, but in a moment the artefact did its work and any coldness disappeared. Her dick was dark and long, curving up to a tip of light purple. Not as veined as the orc’s, it was hard in her hand. A faint dribble of precum glistened on her black thigh. Usually my stories contain a mix of them and the main subject is generally submission/domination and younger/older. "Don't worry about it. If you’ve got it, japanese flaunt it. Anael whispered suggestions, and I acted on them. nipona The minutes seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace, making me more and more nervous with each passing second. His erection sprung out and straight up in front of her face. Jennifer headed towards the group of two couples standing together, while Tegan broke off towards the other three couples. And we both know I’m not going to stop. I’m still really afraid of how I smell. Murph had just returned to the Center with three UPP prisoners when Squad Leader Mills pulled him aside. Their lithe bodies raced away, their hips swaying from side to side. I glanced behind me to see that Ms. Rowbottom had hiked her skirt. I didn't think Miguel would stand more than a few days of Holly ignoring him before he'd become impatient and do something, but there was no need for all of us to be there either, so I sent Melanie and Audrey to ass stay at a motel. With his eyes down and bus in almost a whisper he said, “Of course he’s blowing me.” Then, he looked up and added, “And pretty damned well I might add.” Karen gushed. She must asian have gone at least four months without a drink. Now Simon made the introductions, she asked if they wanted a drink which they both accepted.