His hands massaged downwards in a ‘V’, firmly exploring my groin, finally delicately brushing across my own growing cock.I shifted position and tu...ned to face him, as much to be able to take this to the next level as to address the uncomfortable straining of my cock against my panties. In my heels we were nearly the same height and I looked in his eyes as I parted my red lips and moved in for a long, deep French kiss. He responded and our tongues probed each other, soft, then hard, licking each. I then sat on the bed and pulled her more onto me. She was standing between my legs now.I slowly pulled her churidar-top up and pushed her leggings down just below her navel. I saw her navel button clearly and started to give kisses on it.Simi held my head from the back and was pushing it more towards her. I put my tongue out and started to lick her navel region. I rubbed my face on her sexy mallu navel which was wet due to my saliva.Then I removed her top over her head. I pushed her back and. “You know that ponygirl at the pool? the one trained by her brother Carlos?” Froggy asked me. How could I forget Dancer? Dance was bald, beautiful, and had these amazingly plump lips. Her nipples and clit were incredibly stretched out, and she existed as some kind of beast of burden.“Stacy and Waverly told me she used to run this ring of bad girls. Dancer used to be completely different. She and some other girls rented themselves out as pro-dommes and pro-subbies and lived the high life,” she. ” The creature confessed.“Being of stories,” you call it, because that’s the best name you could think up for the sexy, salty creature without edging towards insulting, “Though I don’t understand why you chose me, I’ll be happy to help you in any way I can. So, how do I fix the stories?”“Well, when it comes to curses, rather than all of the story itself being cursed, the soul of lust likes to curse one character in general, and then the influence of that character spreads and deforms the rest.