And then there was Shi’miri, the newest addition to their party and not one that any of them knew particularly well. The Draenei woman was the quiet...sort, hardly ever speaking unless spoken to. She was 5’8 tall, and her skin and horns were a lovely shade of sky blue. Her hair was black and fell in waves down to the base of her tail, which was poking out of the plain white and gray robe the priestess was wearing, which was long enough to hide her hooves. The Draenei priestess had a figure akin. Ye bol ke woh kitchen ko taraph chali gayi. Mujhpe to jaise koi junoon sawar tha me uske picche kitchen me chala gaya. Aur maine pichhe se jake use ladke pakad liya. Main uske mammo ko phir se dabane laga. Phir maine apne oth uske otho pe rakh diye. Mami kuch bhi nahi kr pa rahi thi, maine use ladke pakda tha. Ab me Imraan Hashmi ki tarha mami ke otho ko chabane laga. Use deeply kiss kr raha tha. Tabhi usne mujhe jor se dhakka diya aur bedroom ki taraph chali gayi. Main bhi waha chala. "Ah, let's see, windex the ellipticals and locking up," she responded. We knocked them out together and I helped her lock the side door. It was snowing pretty bad, much worse than when I came in no too long ago. Trish lived in the next town over."Sooo.... is someone coming to pick you up?" I asked trying to be nice."Yeah I think either Amy or my husband is coming," she responded shivering in the cold."You can come wait in my car while it warms up if you want," I suggested thinking she'd more. I did it hungrily, wanting the reward of my efforts, in which I waited anxiously for so long. He stroked himself with his left hand, and a minute or so into it, I could taste traces of his semen, which provided me more motivation, as my efforts increased, as I clamped my lips tightly around him as I worked my self up and down his iron hard shaft, with my head occasionally bumping the car's steering wheel. When I was going steady, I could hear him sighing in approval, and feel his right hand.