She was in a pair of denim jean and a top.Then it all started for the night.We both sat on the bed and I wrapped my right hand around her waist and sq...eezed her lower waist. She was quite high because of the alcohol and with that kick she gave a slight moan.Then she asked me to order for another drink , and I ordered two pegs of whiskey along with a pack of cigarettes. I had a wish , it was that I wanted to smoke while passionately fucking a girl in the missionary position , and thus was my. As soon as he is close enough, he starts licking her all over her face – not just the mouth – everything from her chin to her forehead. She can barely contain her laughter. It’s far from erotic, more comic, as she is drenched in a couple of seconds.After a few seconds of this sloppy onslaught, she pulls back with a look on her shiny wet face that says she’s disgusted but really enjoying herself… “Oh my God… I’m soaked…” She says to no-one in particular, stating the obvious.Casanova drops. Had it been this easy? She didn’t need Daenerys after all. She could ensorcell Jon Snow and rule through him. She unbuckled his trousers and pulled his cock out. She bent over to go down him and suddenly made a “URK” noise like she was choking.Jon looked up in horror as red blood gushed out of the Witches throat and she gasped for air. Sansa was mortified that the object of her lusts was harmed.Samwell stood behind them both with a poker. Sam’s face looked apologetic while he held a fireplace. Both pairs of shorts hit the floor, neither man wore underwear. Tess entered the room to see them in this passionate embrace. She quickly and quietly slipped her bikini off and slid onto the bed. She lay down and watched her men. Drew backed up and sat on the bed. "You want the cockrings right?" he said. He was half asking Dave and informing Tess that was what they would be doing. Tess now became even more interested. She knew Drew had bought them but had not yet seen either Drew or Dave.