She was totally under that fat man’s spell. Riya was twisting and turning her body as each touch of his tickled her.He whispered something in her ea...s and Riya blushed. He then slowly bend his head and kissed her navel. Riya jumped out of pleasure. I could see that he wanted to strip her naked on the terrace. His hands were slowly on top of her panties and trying to pull it down.Suddenly the alarm clock in her bed rang as it was usual 6 o clock for her to wake up. Riya jumped up. She. I couldn’t go the rest of however long it’d be until I saw you again wondering what the kiss would’ve been like. And I didn’t make a move on the date because I didn’t want you to think it was all physical.”I processed this and just slightly nodded my head. The gentleman in him strikes again.“Why don’t we start again?” he asks.“Well, not from the very beginning, because to be honest, that was my favourite part,” I admit.The corner of his mouth leans upward a little and he tries to hold back his. “You really are going to make me say it, aren’t you?”In response, Jared carved into her again. He kept it torturously slow. Pleasure squeezed a tiny sigh from her supple body. He knew she was ready for a proper fucking, but he liked to draw it out, make her wait. Make her say it.She’d hold out as long as she could, and sometimes he wondered if he really was the one in charge. He fucking loved it when she was tied to the bed, helplessly wrapped around his dick. It had him wrapped around her. I stood there, waiting for the villagers to descend upon the cultist compound with pitchforks and torches, ready to drive the lustful members from the village with a furious passion.Instead, a man walked by with a crate of beers under one arm, heading towards The Bleeding Rose. He inclined his head to Virginia. “Ma’am,” he said, before shooting a glare at me for the effrontery of being a half-orc while in his presence. Once he was done, I coughed.“So,” I said. “Isle of Despair rules,.