”-As the girls ate, they were unaware of the lurking presence that watched them. In the growing darkness, several pairs of eyes watched them.A fork...d tongue silently licked the air, tasting not only the oils from the cooking but the girls themselves, who had obviously been perspiring from the long journey. A hazel eye with a dark slit of a pupil focused intensely on the glowing heat signature of the warm bodies. This was Yanna, the lamia.Her naked female torso was strikingly beautiful. Her. The kid had had enough sense not to sit down while he was dripping wet, but he'd had no trouble finding the one family photo that Frank would have liked to see burned. Taken two Christmases ago, he'd had a bad haircut and been forced to wear a hideous orange sweater with a polar bear print on it, courtesy of his grandmother. He was pretty sure that if it had been anyone else looking it over, he would have snatched it out of their hands. But with Oliver, he just watched.If Frank was right, then. One half of its gate hung from a single rusting iron hinge, leaving an easy passage into the inner courtyard, not that such a passage was required. There were a dozen holes in the curtain wall, permitting easy access to the courtyard. Thurith couldn’t tell at a glance if the holes had been punched in the wall by force, or if the locals had merely scavenged the walls for building materials. Either way, it was perfect for his purposes. He’d just have to deal with the current inhabitants. Kvas. Moving her tongue side-to-side she stretched it open and went deep. It felt stronger, that was not true of course, but she was more determined plus she had a better idea of effect as she licked and stimulated the millions of tightly packed nerves in the area. My cock got hard as could be. There was no fear of getting off, because I had no ammunition, but the whole region was turned on more than I had ever been just because there was no obvious end in sight.She kept trying to work her tongue.