My sister still watched, her eyes hot, as I stretched out beside the coals of our campfire. I rammed my tongue into the lamia’s pussy, digging through her folds to find more of his jizz. XXX Zanyia’s golden eyes widened. “Haven’t you ever tasted her? Her hands slid down her flat stomach to her groin, dipping across shaved flesh and rubbing on that quivering treasure. They devoured the slavers’ food before walking off down the path in the dark, leading the horses away, returning to their village. It wasn’t him I was angry at. I’m yours!”
She slammed down my cock. Her small tits heaved. I drew my hand crossbow and loaded a short quarrel. My entire body tensed as she knelt before me, staring into my eyes.
