My balls swayed as I rammed my big girl-dick in and out of the canyon made by her big, fake boobies. The pleasure spilled down my shaft to my cunt. My...spongy crown loved it.“That's it,” Mrs. Solomon cooed. “Ooh, yes, yes, you're going to cum, aren't you? Just fire all that jizz onto my face.”“That's right!” I cheered. “You're a whore, so you should love that.”“I've never been called that to my face,” she moaned, “but if you say I am, then I must be.”“Yep!” I moaned then gasped as she squeezed. This moment and what I just said are the truth." Then, wiggling her butt on my lap and smiling at me, "it feels like you want more than necking, Mister Dane." Sure enough, I was as stiff as a steel rod, under my wife and trapped within the pants that I was still wearing."Let's go to bed," I whispered with a throaty husk to my voice.Momentarily I saw her brow furrow, but I ignored that as I stood, holding my wife in my arms. I stepped into the darkened bedroom, all shades of grey and black, and. You can scream or answer. My young daughter had to kill two of your evil friends when they attacked her. She is upset and so am I. If you want any hope of returning to your people, some one needs to talk."I looked the four over. As usual, I picked the largest. Robby hadn't tied any of them. I said, "You, get up. Which arm?" I'm sorry. What do you mean?" I'm going to break one of your arms so all four of you will know that we're serious about hurting you." Lady, there's no incentive. If I fight,. ..fond of the woman. I didn't want to see her afraid or bound. I didn't even like using her as a hostage, but we couldn't let Prince Gruber stop our quest or execute us.I was attached to my head. And I would prefer to see my wife live.Faoril was on her seventh vial of Thrak's cum when the tunnel broke open into the stables. The smell of dung and the musk of horses flooded down the tunnel. I wrinkled my nose against the shock of the reek as Faoril staggered out and leaned against the wall.“I.