Ingjard, intriguingly, got up to follow him. I tied the flap open as I ducked in after them. Dusk calmed the couples chill breeze, yet Kharjo soon had two braziers glowing inside. (Instead of campfires, he tended to build bonfires on a scale befitting the festival of Fiery Night – doubtless because his race, originating in the warm, dry hills and plains of Elsewyr, found Skyrim perpetually cold.) “Do you theenk… Could you close zee tent, please?” “Do not fear,” I responded, “I will warm you.” Purring, he began to remove his plain steel armour. The asian tent smelled of wet fur, though not unpleasantly (unlike ‘wet dog’). Rather, the cool air was redolent with a spicy scent, the likes of which I had never encountered. Combined with the odours of sweat, the earth body and grass upon which we encamped, the night’s promise of snow, it was… potent. My ardour intensified. Ingjard, staring moon-eyed at him as she knelt nearby on the furs in the confined space of the tent, emitted a small whimper as she began to fumble with her own scale hauberk. I felt rather affronted that she had never reacted to me thusly; however, I assisted her, then Kharjo. Enthrallingly, his torso emerged: arms and biceps well defined, stomach moderately rippled, narrow waist; a mottled pattern of brown-and-black striped fur; under-breeches still covering the main point of focus, which already tented promisingly. I gestured to Ingjard. “Help him with those.” She knelt in front of him, unhesitatingly reaching to massage fumble erotic with the draw to his breeks. Meanwhile, I pulled off the rest of my accoutrements, sat back to watch. As Ingjard jerked down his under-breeches, Kharjo’s member sprang from its confinement like a triggered ballista. Curved toward the roof like a small mammoth tusk, his long cock was the only part of him that was not furry – or so I thought at first. Its stripes matched his tail, which whipped about. Though not quite prehensile, he seemed reasonably adept at tickling her with it, draping it over one shoulder, curling it back and forth across her naked back. The tall Nord giggled and moaned simultaneously as she grabbed for the shaft, began to stroke it two-handed. The head, pink rather than purplish as were most humans’, disappeared in her yawning mouth as she thrust it in, greedily sucking and bobbing on it. Though unimpressed with her technique myself, the feline’s purring intensified. I knee-walked beside her, began to stroke the soft hair covering the Khajiit’s legs and buttocks, the finer matting on his chest. I flicked and pinched his pinkish nipples, tongued my way from one to the other. Pushing him prone to the sleeping furs, I commenced licking him all over, as I imagined a cat might groom itself – or one another. The taste was of ‘normal’ sweat and the spice I yet could not identify. I licked his ears, cheeks and whiskers, almost lipless mouth, kissed him; he returned it as a cat might lap milk, tongue darting in and out instead of swirling, dueling my own. My tongue travelled over his sharp teeth, reminding me of Serana’s. I shivered, suddenly needing that member to indulge my nipples as I pushed away thoughts of the arrogant vampiress. Ingjard seemed almost frantic in her treatment of his shaft as I proffered him a swollen teat, then the other. He actually kneaded my breasts – thankfully, claws retracted – purring all the while as he licked and sucked; reached for my dripping sex, prodded, flicked, poked. Growling, I straddled his face. His whiskers tickled my thighs so that I snickered, abruptly gasping as his oral appendage darted at my nether lips, traced the outline, grazed my crevice. When it encountered my Sword of Dibella I shouted my pleasure, grabbed his head in both hands as if to thrust it inside me. It felt… exquisite, certainly unlike anything I had heretofore known. His tongue buzzed all over my aching cleft, darted, as would a hummingbird, probing, seeking my nectar. Abruptly he seized my swollen bud; I climaxed in a shudder, crying out as my trembling body arched, jerked. I half-stood to my knees, removing my over-sensitive sheath beyond reach of that talented tongue. I could not quite believe that he desi had brought me thus so quickly. “Kharjo eez…” he began, licking whiskers shiny with my juices, “wet.” The man-beast did not appear perturbed, though I had heard that Khajiit did not bathe, as, resembling their wild and domestic cousins, they disliked water – at least immersion in it. And then Jack and I hurried over, already making plans on how all three of us were going to be able to work on Suzy’s back door together, while keeping a pair of rambunctious pussies entertained at the same time. He opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off by the ringing of the phone. "No?" Henry asked with a naughty grin. Finally, Glenda shook off her grieving mood. His right arm pressing on my right tit and the his palm caressing the left one. As James literally pumped her full of sexual energy, Lilith felt her power asian returning in full force. At the mention of the words married, I almost had a panic attack. “You should come, I mean who else is going to make fun couples of desi all stupid things drunk high school kids do with me?” The urge to see became stronger by the minute. His hand released her jaw and slid down her neck to her bare chest. Then ever so gently he began to press his huge bulbous knob on his cock into Kayla’s pussy. “Ha, you’ve got jokes,” Jeremiah says. “How about we clean it up and find someone to rent it. I smiled at her knowing that there were customers waiting to check-in behind me. I blew her a kiss from across the counter and headed out to the valet. “What is it?” She eased herself downward, her golden eyes watching me. Her breath caressed my shaft, and it twitched alive, curving with unnatural engorgement. “Good!” I moaned, her tangy passion coating my lips. Murph dropped Bobby in disgust, pushing him to the floor. "Well, Gay or not, I'm a real man. So, I tell you what. She tries to pull the condom down over my bulging head, but it won’t unroll. “I promised that I wouldn’t tell you.” She replies. happens. I shifted on the table, this erotic smile spreading on my lips. Karen's was shocked by how body hard Lara's pussy was suddenly clamped down around her finger. “Oh.” was all he managed. He had to massage think we were going to have sex. Satisfied?” He was such a downer on sex, and I was the exact opposite.