Despite all this, one thing remains constant, no matter who, what, or where you are. In Luxure, no matter who you are, you can be had - for a price.On...the same street in Maerwin one might find a princess selling a night of pleasure in exchange for a castle, a sorceress offering a noble her wondrous enchanted armor for an hour's time, or a blacksmith bartering a few thousand gold for a farmer's daughter's year of service. There are legends about when this tradition started - tales of a wizard's. My hips dug into the couch as he began to fuck me, my pussy tingled from the shocks and the sudden friction and I let out a moan.

“Shut up bitch. The game is on.” He turned up the volume and continued pumping in and out of me, watching the game and fucking me like nothing more than a pocket pussy. The girth of his dick made the doggy angle painful, I felt like I was being drilled into and would never recover. Something on the game caused an uproar and he rammed into me faster, roaring “Fuck. "Frelic had gazed at the Hightail's brazen sign many times since his arrival in Mistport, yet strangely, the resemblance to that Vixen he had checked out earlier, with plans to purchase tomorrow at the Southern Rose escaped him until now. The artist had captured Mistie perfectly. The sweet expression on her face, the strawberry-blonde hair, and those soft graceful curves made it obvious who had modeled for the Inn's signage. "Huh, you're right, Hansen," he agreed. "That is Mistie. I'm ashamed. Anyway, he really is a total slut, and game for anything. So I’m going to have a word with him, and see if he’s up for a little bit of fun.”Libby smiled. “Talking of fun…”“Oh don’t you worry, I’ve not finished with you yet,” said Claire. She leant over, put her hand between Libby’s legs and slipped two fingers into her slit.“You are wet, you dirty girl,” she purred, starting to slide her fingers in and out. The slurp, slurp, slurp of juices was getting her turned on all over again, and as Libby.