“What’s your name?”Thale could picture her on the other side of the tree. His member grew harder and harder, his tail twitched from side to side... He wanted to go there. To the tree. To tug her out and interrogate her. How had she gotten here? To his sanctum? She had to be a Liminal Knight. But ... no Liminal Knight could be here unless ... unless ... his brow furrowed. He shook his head, slightly, and realized she was waiting for a name. Immediately, the first thing that came to his lips,. Drawing it out, teasing it, and then fulfilling it. It didn’t hurt that I loved the smell and taste of women. Each one delicious in its own way, but none like this. I worked and played my own tongue ballet until she was spent from her own shudders and all of her dancer’s strength was little more than a quiver. “Did you like that?” “Hmmm, maybe not so smart,” she breathed in reply. “Well, you should rest then, from your performance earlier and my performance now,” I suggested smugly. “I think,. “Face the video screen,” Paul said as he sat down on the chair and slid his hands up the back of Cindi’s legs and under her short pink skirt. I smiled when Paul’s hand stopped moving. I knew what he’d found. Cindi didn’t wear underwear either. After a brief pause to rub Cindi’s’ naked ass Paul’s hands continued their journey until they were around her waist.“Spread your legs and sit down,” he said.Cindi did as she was instructed. I couldn’t see what was going on because Cindi's skirt was. I circled the head of it with my tongue to wet it before opening my jaw wider and extending my tongue to signal I was ready. My lips were rewarded as they welcomed their new partner and enjoyed the sensation of hugging its generous girth as it slid through them while I pumped the second cock faster. It didn't take long until I the cock in my mouth began contracting, delivering the salty taste of semen that escaped my lips and flowed down my chin before dripping between my breasts. The hands.