I feebly reached backward and guided his hands to invade me deeper, the kneading tips exploring my taut filth. Brock hooked his digits about my rim, and pulled them apart, sending electric pain and pleasure up my spine. Yavara pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, my neck no longer strong enough to support my head. Brock’s probing fingers found my prostate, and it encouraged me to thrust forward into Yavara, the motions that of a puppet being played by the orc puppeteer. “Keep going my queen, we’re almost there!” Brock encouraged, fingers twisting. I could feel a great pressure building up in my loins. It started in my prostate and traveled to my balls, nearly causing my legs to buckle. My cock twitched and throbbed, coerced by the sucking pull of Yavara’s insides. I could feel Brock’s member undergoing a similar sensation from the other side, his escalating growls giving voice to it. Yavara let out a sudden scream, and sprayed my crotch and belly, announcing the beginning of her ascension. Her body contracted and convulsed as I drove inside of her with my last bit of strength, asian her inner muscles pulsating and gripping me tighter than ever before. I heaved with sapped legs, sheathed myself to the hilt, and erupted. The pleasure lanced through my loins like a bolt, driving relentlessly to the tip of my cock, spurting my milk into the wanting receptacle within. But the pleasure was lost on me, for I was naught but the pain; the horrible, unrelenting pain! Beating, beating, beating, and exploding. Stars, blooded tendrils, the smell of something burning. Someone was screaming. Hoarse and high, it sounded so familiar. Who was that? Whose beautiful blue eyes were those? No… no wait; they’re orange. I am in love with Brandon James. He is the embodiment of the Greek God Helios, the Sun God, standing at six foot even, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscular toned physique with golden desi curls and eyes the color of the ocean. He has been the main attraction of my spank bank since my junior year of high school and four years later; he still fuels my wet dreams but in a much different way. He is the reason why his girlfriend since high school, Ashley McQueen, was currently in my Cabin passed out on the smooth hardwood floors, wearing nothing but her undergarments and a blackout blindfold. And in a few more hours Brandon would be joining her. Crackles echoed throughout the somewhat silent living room as I fed the fireplace more wood. It was the middle of winter and freezing to death might have been the more humane way to die other than what I had planned for them. I never knew my mother, but from my interracial father's point of view, she was a beautiful woman with a giving soul. She was always happy even up to the point when she came here to this secluded Cabin and took her life. She took the time to neatly cover the furniture in a plastic covering before wrapping a thick rope around her neck and falling from the second-floor banister. Luckily for me, my erotic father refuses to come here, so everything was left the way it was; making it less work for me. Squatting next to massage Ashley, I rolled her onto her stomach, exposing more of her sky blue lacey panties that covered her round pale ass then pinched the skin of her perky cheeks. I sensual worked just the tip of my middle finger between the thin fabric of her panties, slipping my dry finger between her folds and into her hot cunt. Maybe if I asian knew for sure the power in the sword was dormant I could have taken the chance to walk by the holy altars, but the power of the sword could hardly be dormant if was transformed by magic. She thought that was a stupid thing to say after she had said it. I gasped. “I’m not wearing a bra.” “Ok, I interracial will do it, but I have two conditions. “That’s the desi ‘Naughty Factor’.” “The peasantry?” I ask. It was a harem show where the main character never sensual got to go all the way. You keep refusing, clamming up, and you will not do well. Ares smiled at this, 'til Bast, Sehkmet, Hathor, Serket, Maat, Tefnut and Mut appeared each with an extremely angry look on their faces. It’s a clear fluid that’s massage mostly water. “He's pathetic,” Sean growled. I took my dress and shoes off and waited for her. "Because....because...Ellen..."Pam stammered her erotic unfinished sentence. Saggy and white with age, but big and squeezable. You know I’m just doing my job.’ I looked into her lovely face for a long time. She sat up with her back to me then started moving around on the bed.