Shadow magic imbued me. Only select lamia could breed, those of us chosen to be pleasure slaves had our shadows in our wombs twisted, making us infert...le. But I wanted it so badly. My body ached to have a kitten and nurse her.“Zanyia,” Master groaned, my hand rubbing harder at his crotch. “You are frisky this morning.”“Just excited,” I moaned, grinding my hot pussy into the saddle, my clit throbbing.“Did talk of virgins make you wet?” Sven asked.I bit my lip. “May I ask a question,. .. well ... you promise you won't get mad, Lisa?"I laughed again. "No!" I stared at him, but my mood was playful. "Of course I can't promise!"Michael nodded. "Okay well ... Can you, um ... close your eyes?" Why?" Because!" He laughed nervously. "I'm going to close mine."I smiled then, not like before, but tenderly and I felt my heart thumping a little. It was nice. "Okay," I whispered, and I did close my eyes, but I took Michael's hand in mine and we sat there for a moment before he spoke.. He pulled her by her hair over to the bed and bent her over its side. Brian ripped the towel off of her small form and leaned his entire weight onto her until his breath was on her ear and she felt his hard cock resting between her asscheeks.“You’re lying to yourself if you think I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not exactly what you want. What you need.” Each statement was punctuated by his knee widening her stance as she trembled under him.Instead of plunging his shaft into her he used. In the center of her work was a ball that had been given to his grandfather. His grandfather had been presented the ball because one of his passes had given the Rams a lead against Cleveland. He signed it the day he received it and the ball had been in his family ever since. Tears burned the back of his eyes, fighting to be released as so much history stared at him in the face. He’d never felt as emotional over anything in his entire life as he did just then. Rubbing his eyes, Marcus reached.