"I haven't bitten one of these for a long time," she whispered, kissing Karen's neck next, then her ear, watching her eyes go slightly glassy."Do it n...w," she panted. "That little tramp won't be here for another twenty minutes."Laura slowly unbuttoned more buttons, enjoying Karen's lacey peach bra as it came more into view, full of her bursting-melon breasts."You shouldn't talk that way about our young guest," she teased."I think if you bit me once, I'd come," Karen breathed excitedly.She. I had found his choice of wife somewhat curious. At first I had thought that he had chosen her purely for her physical attributes and the fact that she was named for the hero of Trafalgar (How different history might have been if that musket ball had not missed Nelson. Poor Hardy! How would things have been if the Admiral had died and Hardy had survived the fight? Some say that awful fellow Wellesley might have come to political power or that the Russians would have somehow avoided conquest by. He hiked her skirt up and forced her against the wall of the elevator. His cock pressing against her “Do you feel that?” He whispered, “I have to watch little sluts like you all day for men who don’t know how to keep their women satisfied, but today I’m going to get a taste”. “My name is Eric. You remember that because you’re going to be screaming it later.”The door to the elevator opened and they were on the 27th floor. She knew where they were going, room 2725. “I don’t have a key.” He. Cordelia allowed the creature to adjust to her magic cock. She didn’t want to hurt her, just make her feel the pain and the burn as she took her ungrateful shitter.With a guttural rasp, Cordelia began to move back and forth. Slowly at first, but she couldn't stop. The froll’s anal walls clenched and grasped around her meaty staff.Fuck comfort, she thought, tme to pummel this uppity bitch’s asshole to oblivion and then some.With every whimper and groan, every pant and bead of sweat, Cordelia.