“I think Santa might have left me the present,” she guessed.“Hotness, we will both get ours,” I promised.I went down south again and had her l...ft up her butt so I could peel off her panties. When her legs were free, they fell open as I lowered my head back between her thighs. I took a moment to inspect my handiwork. Brook’s lips were swollen, and her little soldier had pushed out of its hood. I took in her scent as my nostrils flared. I’d found each girl had a slightly different smell. Brook’s. The long-haired man beckoned Dan to come forward. ‘Please come in, Dan,’ he said in a soft, almost melodic voice. Dan came to him and followed Blackhawk into his house. It’s walls were covered with pictures, posters, and paintings of his family and his heritage. Dan’s nervousness evaporated quickly, immediately at ease in the presence of Blackhawk. ‘Can I get you some water? Tea?’ Blackhawk asked. ‘No, thank you,’ Dan replied as he continued to look around the room. ‘My family interests you,’. . so I knew it could work but something was apparently still blocking me from extra vaginal climax.Then the next afternoon, she asked me to come with her to the garage because she wanted me to help her with some things out there. We walked in and I thought it was weird that she shut the door, especially since the only light was the sun penetrating the boards.As soon as she turned around, she ordered me to undress. ‘What?’ Without another word she came over and unzipped my shorts and pulled them. She hated it. She hated that she loved how it felt. “Heeee…heee…” Bastad Ben mumbled as he pulled his cock out of the girl. “Aaaah…p-please…n-no more…” the poor girl begged with ragged breathing, body shaking, exhausted, pleasure raddled mind slowly clearing up. She could feel her pussy was left a little agape with cum dripping out of it. “No…more…” She pleaded. “Kekeke! Yes. More!” Bastad Ben replied, much to the girl’s chagrin. The large imp picked the small, defeated knightess off from.