Her skin was darker than black, one of the deepest shades of Drow skin reserved for the royal family and the noble houses. Her eyes were as red as the...blood congealing down her body. Vaguely visible on her charcoal skin were the faint outlines of scars – the payment for a lifetime of necromancy work.“Enora, my whip.” She reached her hand out to the left.The Queen’s head assassin, leader of the Royal Drow Guild of Executioners, the Drow woman known as Enora, placed the ceremonial gold-handled. Whenever her fingertips left her pussy she was able to catch a clear thought before dwindling back into a lustful delirium. Moira remembered how she had heard squealing tires the last time she had been here, then darkness, then she was back down on the streets where she witnessed soldiers struggling out of their toppled car, guns ready but confused and unable to make out the direction of the attack. Or was she? The next time her head got up from under the water she remembered that entering the. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivalled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She. Despite not even being tired he slept the rest of the afternoon and through the night.Kaitlen was fingering herself to her fourth orgasm, fantasizing about Zack doing this to her. Slipping her fingers from out of her pussy she used them to rub her clit, extending her orgasm. Then a picture of Zack’s penis popped into her head and she began rubbing more vigorously. “Harder and Faster, just like Zack would do to me,” in saying this Kaitlen renewed her orgasm.Bucking her hips and arching her back.