Lo succhia da sballo

“Thou art a werewolf. Vilja cannot abide that. And it may be… dangerous, whence we go. My family… that is, my father and his minions, will not welcome either of us, never mind if he knew that we seek my mother.” “They do not get along?” She snorted. “Not for… a long time.” “Very well,” I conceded. “I shall have you to myself snatch a while longer. We will go to Castle Volkihar first.” She bestowed a throaty growl, rolled atop me in our double furs; tried to shove her prehensile tongue down my throat as she grabbed the back of my head in both hands. I started, gasping as one of her sharp fangs pricked my lower lip; did I taste blood? Yet, all thoughts fled save the amatory. That had been a few days ago, but hard fuck my guilt had returned, and my frustration only intensified as, earlier this day, during our sacking of yet another bandit enclave found upon the way, Serana raised a dead male orc to fight at our side. Ordinarily, this would be of no consequence – she had done it often enow, much to my discomfort – but it betided that I had already stripped this one, as is my wont, partially to degrade such villains, but also to more easily denote those we had already looted, should we come upon them again later. Curiously, the necromantic act of raising this particular male caused his member to swell to what I assumed were exaggerated proportions – but Serana assured me his cock was likely normal size. Thus, although I was sufficiently fascinated to test if it still worked normally, sperm we were beset by yet more bandits, and, unfortunately, such spells do not last long; the corpse shortly turned to dust. Still, I demanded of Serana if she could make them last longer. The vampiress smiled wickedly. “Thou art a shameless slattern,” she accused. Nonetheless, I could tell she was as intrigued as I; fangs protruding, she licked her lips. We crept deeper into the cavern, came upon a room mouth ful with a bandit sitting at a table, apparently supping, whilst another stirred a cooking pot nearby. Both had their backs to us. My bow already cocked, I loosed a poisoned shaft, knocked a bottle of wine off the table to shatter on the stone floor. Such was my speed (despite questionable aim) that I had another shaft on its way ere the brigand had half-risen from her seat. The deadly orcish arrow punched through the back of her head, emerged from her forehead; blood sprayed across the table and her last meal as she slumped in her chair pussy (apparently, the poison would have been superfluous withal). Serana’s drain spell had already begun to suck the life from the other rogue as I fired again, striking him in the back, then in the chest as he whirled; he collapsed after a barely a step. Bandits were seldom a challenge any longer. She insisted snatch on being on all 'fours' and having him pussy take her doggy style. With Ryan’s cum slowly seeping out of me we walked to the car. "I've already done hard fuck your dare, you'll have to mouth ful ask me later." God, Michelle, you are perfect.” That could cause a rebellion. “There. I looked up at Jenny and sperm asked if I can touch them. He stood marveling at her sexy black bra and panties. He smiled at me his pearly whites "I dont, but I've heard you live at the south dorms?" This surprised me somewhat as I had no idea she would just drop by. She said “no, I was always afraid of ever doing that.” I asked her if we could try and she just nodded her head.