Dumin's cock twitched, making her belly deform, her broken ribs moving with it in a way that made her groan and touch her clit. Her fingers were weak, but she rubbed it with all she had, her undamaged mind still cum filled with arousal, still able to feel what was happening and loving it. She watched him pull back, gasping wetly, and spread her legs a fraction for him, all she could manage with her strength. The flat japanese tip of the drake's cock plunged through her, filling the path it had torn, then tearing more. Ripping up her esophagus, it came to rest, by chance, pressed against her heart. The engine of her life throbbed, stuttering at the touch of the massive intruder, and Swyena's vision flickered. She Hardcore recalled suddenly a lesson from her training, words spoken by another Dragonbride. "It is the nature of a dragon to always go for the heart". She would have laughed, but instead, she only gave Dumin's chest one last loving caress. Burning hot cum pulsed into her, coating her heart and snuffing its life like water extinguishing a hot coal. As she faded, she had a few precious seconds to feel asian gallons of fertile seed, almost hot enough to japan sear her torn flesh, filling up her body like the useless receptacle it was. With that thought, and a feeble flick of her bloody fingers across her rock-hard clit, she came. Still cumming, she died, smiling beatifically, a willing sacrifice to her lover's pleasure. Dumin pulled away from the female, sniffing her as his shaft softened, wet with seed and blood. She had died. Sorrow filled Dumin at the realization, but no regret. "Maybe he is the pump and cum dump type, after all, she thought. I feel so much better now.” I sarcastically replied. “Um, OK. I’m not sure what a swinger’s lifestyle is as I’m pretty vanilla when it comes to sex,” she says to me. I would always enjoy those visits too. "That tree asian trunk over there has a brown box inside of it. Thank you Master for giving me the pain and pleasure I craved. Another marble column was falling – falling right toward Ishtar's bronze idol. They had dragged a japan Biladi woman from the carriage. He pulled it and twisted it round japanese as Clara Hardcore moaned and cringed. I start to walk away but she calls out “Robbie, remember I love you both and you can talk to me about anything?” The pink bunny gasps as my tongue glides across her sensitive cunny. She had also been dressing UP for such a job makeup and lipstick seemed out of place