Did you know Griffon claws are prised by certain humans, they grind them up. They think it is like a love potion.Well Bron dove in and grabbed the cow... which caused a sticky net to fall on him and ensnare him. Before he could move he was pierced by no less than seven lances. They seemed to be aware that we hunted in pairs. They set their trap for me.One thing they didn't seem to be aware of is that the female Griffon is at least twice the size of the male. As I made my approach they were in a. I had spent the entire last movie in the back row, my fingers slipped secretively down the front of my pants, loving the feel of my wet pussy as I made myself cum over and over in quick succession. I wasn’t quite satisfied though. Not yet. I needed to be filled and stretched. I set my sites on the street that led to his house. I decided to pay him an early morning visit. When I knocked on the door, my heart was pounding in my throat and I could feel the juices from my excited pussy dripping. We began by organising the ingredients. She was a very neat person; always had a plan. I remember watching her chop the onions. She took such care, and I could see the tears welling in her eyes as she chopped them, the aroma stinging her pupils. She caught me looking at her. “What?” she asked. Her hip cocked to one side, allowing her shirt to rise up. My cock grew firm, and pushed against my jeans. I turned away before she caught me. She didn’t seem to have noticed. But, before long, I. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never admit that to Gimp and Gimp knew that."Finish her off slut." Mistress said to Gimp. "How dare you make her wait!"SLAP!! Again Gimp was punished.Gimp returned his.