“Great craftsman?” I frowned. Did he mean the biomancer?“He built so many unique crafts, working with the raw materials to make new things never...before seen.”“New things?” I hissed, a surge of anger rushing through me. I grabbed the gem and yanked it out of his hand, taking a step back. “Raw materials? He butchered art.”“Art?” the older man frowned.“Yes, art! He took the works others made and debased them with his craft,” I said, my blood boiling. How could anyone admire the biomancer? “He made. Got it?” She gave him a reinwink.“Wouldn’t you like to have me flying right in front of you, with your nose almost in my twat?”, she teased Dancer as they rutted. “Your tongue is long enough to get a few good licks in as we fly in front of the moon. Wouldn’t that be nice? Huh? How about it? Won’t you put in a good word with Santa, baby?”Little did she know that Prancer had spread the word and all the other reindeer knew what to expect, so they did the same thing Prancer had done and promised. "I always wondered what oral sex felt like." Wait, you haven't tried on yourself?" No, that would be weird. I wouldn't mind trying with you though, as long as you did me too." She looked down and giggled. "Sherry, what's wrong? You look like pictures of boys I've seen online."Shit, now my damn doormat of a sister was laughing and making fun of my stupid limp cock! "Nothing's wrong!" I snapped. "Get on your knees and start sucking!" Okay, don't be such a fucking bitch about it."Lisa dropped to. I was doing is to myself in front of him. While his fingers were inside me. I felt sick. But I felt tingly inside. Remembering my own pleasure from myself. I looked up at myself in the mirror. Ran my hand down my neck slowly down to my breast. Softly squeezing my nipple on the way pass. Feeling that one small motion make my pussy tense and become wet all over again. I spread my legs and leaned back a little using one arm to support my self while the other moved in between my legs. I rubbed.