But not right now."Who cares about the natives? Those relics of history? I've done my homework, young man, and this is not reservation land. Believe i... or not, they've been living here for ages! What does that tell you? Right. Government will not help them now because of some ancient treaty signed in our glory days by the cavalry. They are ours to push out. Too bad even they will know glass pearls are out, but a few dollars should push them to some warmer place. There has to be a desert. And while I’m being honest, as I sink my dick down his throat. I want to make him my girlfriend. Yes, I mean it. I think he’d look amazing in a dress with some makeup on. Some soft lace panties, maybe one of them training bras. I’d take him on dates. We’d see one of those Aratheon movies. Then we’d spend all night with my dick up that tight ass of his. I’d fill his thicc bum up with load after load of my seed. Speaking of cum, I’m about to blow a load down his throat. “Fuck!” A riptide of. A woman made of gray granite was caught mid-stride as she readied to hurl a javelin. A male of bronze had been cast with a football cradled in one arm had the other extended as if to block an invisible tackler. A female of glossy red marble stood with her arms out stretched and her head bent back like a gymnast who has just sprung off a balancing beam at the end of her routine. Unlike the figure she had seen outside the square, these figures were entirely naked, all cut to the perfection of an. Priti’s pussy was stretched further than it ever had been before but it felt so very good. We were locked into a single unit of carnal lust and ecstasy as my feelings became more aroused and heightened. Every nerve was being stimulated, my whole body was tingling, I raised her legs into the air, spreading her wider, accommodating my size. We settled into a rhythm, long slow strokes, her hips was rising upward to meet my thrusts, allowing the deepest access we could, I could hear Priti moaning,.