I hope you don’t have a concussion.”Young-Rebecca rubbed the back of her head again. “I fell through backwards? Fell through what?”Rebecca nod...ed toward the hovering oval.“Oh, crap,” the youngster moaned. “I remember now. I didn’t fall—I was pushed through!”Rebecca took the teen’s hand and helped her stand. “You should know that you’re in The Hall of the Gate. In the High Palace of Norkaal.” She smiled apologetically. “What’s more important is when you are, sweetie.” She hesitated. “Did someone. . help me please…”“Two more and we are finished.” There was no way he could stop now. He was compelled to finish painting his canvas. He had dreamed of this moment for weeks. He unzipped his fly and allowed his impressive manhood to spring free. He moved to where she had a good view of him. “Will you finish and claim your reward?” he asked, stroking himself and thumbing the oozing precum across his head.Lori’s mouth went dry as she gazed longingly at his cock. Her pussy clinched in. Not that she flaunted herself at all- quite the reverse. She was usually very demure and dressed to conceal her figure, which I personally thought was a damn shame. It was only in fleeting glimpses as she stretched up to tie her hair back or when some other innocent movement had revealed what lay beneath her usually baggy, shapeless clothes.Today was different though. After all it was her wedding day and she was dressed to impress! Of course she had the white dress, with all the lace trimmings,. Arousing became carnal hunger, as she looked up to his face, to find his mouth dropped and head aimed downward, pleasure etched into his closed eyes.No longer tingling with the blissful remains of climax, she set her hands about her large, cum-soaked nipples once more. As she began to masturbate with the swollen points, gentle milking motions that squeezed from areola toward her nipples’ tips, she offered Natasha another smile. The little Mekhet was fucked with aggression, heat, mass, depth,.