..Htan deytera.....kai nkaname thn gumnastikh mas apenanti o allos apo ton allon........se mi stigmh synanththikan ta blemmata...mas.........mmmmm...a...to htan...moy xamogelases me nohma...kai katalaba oti ayth h mera tha eixe....kaytoo phdhmaa...mmmm......gurises sta 4..kai ebazes barakia se kathe fterna,na gumnasteis ..exontas mprosta moy thn kayliara lkolara soyy....xxxx..kanontas agries kaytes skepseis...xxx........KAYLOSAA AGRIAA.....xxx......shkothika na pao se allo organo gymnastikhs..kai. He came from the Collegiate Tower of Esh-Esh, skilled in magic, my father’s closest adviser.As my father stood trembling in rage, joy surged through me. I rubbed my naked thighs together beneath our mused blankets, feeling his incestuous cum leaking out of my pussy. I hated my father. He’d turned cold after Mother’s death, withdrawing in on himself and embarking on his mad plan to restore the High King Peter’s empire. None had succeed in the two hundred years since Peter’s death. Only chaos. "You will keep your word?" I give him a hard look."You and Saul?" he asks without inflection"Me and Nimrod and Saul." I elaborate."Ah," he says in a flash of insight. He looks back at me "You Are different." It is the hair," I smirk at him.His eyes flash to my green hair and back. He doesn't smile but I can see amusement in his eyes. As I thought, this one is quiet and deep.Seth wakes up at the sound of our quiet conversation. He hands reach from me; missing my touch and warmth after only one. “You see Emma! You’re not to be ****d! But I think your bodyguard Jean might enjoy sucking on those tits! What do you say Jean? Would you like to suck on Emma’s tits?” asked the Emcee.Jean’s eyes opened upon hearing his name called out. Looking about, his eyes searched for the reason he was being called up. “What?”“I said, wouldn’t you like to suck on Emma’s tits!”“I’m here to protect her, not to **** her!” said Jean.“That’s hardly **** my lad! It’s barely even foreplay!” the Emcee said. If you.