Given a level playing field. But Jenny wasn't the type to play fair when so much as at stake. So, as she left school that day, she'd called into the l...cal butchers where she'd purchased a rabbit. That evening, Jenny had cut the liver out of the bunny's corpse and had carefully placed it into the oven where she'd left it overnight on a very low setting. Come the next morning, the liver had dried out and was rock hard; Jenny had then taken one of her father's rasps and had filed the meat down. The Harpy Queen came with a keening wail, her feathered thighs clamping tight against the side of his head. Wetness washed over his tongue, ran down his chin, and pattered on the bed of pine needles below. Though muffled by her thighs, he could hear one of her wings flailing about, while the other held him tight against her climaxing pussy. Aris rode her bucking body, continuing to lick, and keeping her coming.He heard the end of her ragged gasp when her legs snapped open, her wing lifted. She was wet. Very wet and ready. Her knees buckled slightly as I probed her hole. I could feel her juices coating my fingers.With hardly a break in our kissing she ripped my t shirt off over my head and I responded by doing likewise to her sweat top. As with her panties or rather lack of, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pert breasts hung there, proud and firm. I leaned down and kissed her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth and then the other, making her moan with pleasure.“Lets go. I am stunned into inaction for a moment, but when I clue in, I kiss back, placing one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on her lower back. I pull her closer to me. Her entire body is pressed against mine. My leg is between hers and forces her skirt to ride up as I feel the heat coming off her. We kiss as my hands wander. One lowers to her ass, and the other finds its way to her chest.My hands stay above her clothes. I don’t want to push things farther than she wants to go. There is no.