It was a thick and soft tongue. It curled around my tongue. Her lips were tightly glued to my lips. I pushed my finger into her cunt lips. They opened...immediately. Mandira was very very hot and absolutely ready for being cocked. I unzipped my pants. Took out my already hard cock. Mandira withdrew a little from my body to allow the cock to come out. My cock is just three inches long. But it fat. Four inches is its girth. My balls are big. There is hardly any hair on my balls or above my cock. So. As hard and straight as my staff you must be. Only then can the cure be completed." You're speaking like a wizard." When Eowyn awakens and attacks you. You must take her. As a man takes a woman for his pleasure, and his pleasure only. You must conquer her until she submits willingly to pleasuring you."Faramir gasped and staggered backward in horror. "Take her? Am I hearing you correctly? You said that she would be trying to kill me. You said that she would see me as the Witch King. She'll think. !" I exclaimed. I had forgotten how powerful it was considering its small size, the buzzing changed tone as I gently ran it back over the head of my swollen cock. I closed my eyes and imagined your fingers doing the same, slipping easily over the glistening surface. Some more juice was running over my fingers so I sucked hungrily on them as I reached for the lube. I ran some over my middle finger then stroked my arsehole, feeling it involuntarily pucker at the coldness. After some gentle. Remembering her life with her first owner, her mum's dealer and how much she had hated it. Then when she had been taken gagged and blindfolded in the trunk of a car and sold to Harold on some back road in the middle of the night. About how much she had been shocked by the way he lived but also how much nicer her life had been. She was always clean and fed, she had rules to follow and knew what was expected of her. She missed the days when Sir had used her body and called her toy. Her body.