.. I can't... Gods... Cernere's... Just...” Her words were incoherent, scattered by the bliss shooting through her.I smiled in delight, pleased at w...at I had wrought.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Warlock Faoril“Oh, you wonderful slut,” gasped Minx, lying exhausted on the bedrolls, the lavender scent of her musk so strong I could smell it even as I nuzzled at Sophia's tart cunt.My pussy burned. I needed sex now. They had ignored my pussy. No longer. Magic swirled in me. I had sucked Thrak off. Drag him, pull him. Grunting with our childish lack of strength."Push... Cindy, Pull! Get him on the bed and we can go to find food." Not an easy task.Food? Kill the rabbit. Dad, bless his soul, raised rabbits. He sold the fur — we ate the rabbits. Like chickens which we had also... lard in the pan and fry very crisp. Chicken or rabbit — sometimes chicken and rabbit.One day the rabbits were gone. We were twelve then and Dad was away for several months. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out. She relished his sensuously musky taste and the feel of his tongue slowly probing into the intimate recesses of her mouth. When Malcolm broke the long, intense kiss, they stared into each other's eyes, wordlessly confirming their eagerness to turn desire into deeds. A big grin broke across his handsome, brown face and he shifted back behind the steering wheel. For the moment, Donna remained motionless, transfixed by the eroticism of the kiss. When he glanced back, the look of approval and. It was more of a joke to himself. “That you are,” came a subtle reply from his wife Sally who happened to be standing in the small entry hallway of the hotel room just next the door way. “I picked up some Chinese takeaway as it was all I could really find I hope ...” James stopped mid-sentence finally looking over to his wife who was standing there waiting for him. Sally smirked at him trying to look natural and matter-of-factly at her husband who had finally realized what she was wearing..