I had my hands in my sister"s hair now and pulling her down onto my cock harder and harder and holding her there at times. She would gag every now and...then but I would pull my cock out of her mouth and slap her with it. She liked that."Tyler, spit in her face...Take your cock out and spit on her face. It makes her submissive slut really come out. And pinch her nipples as hard as you can too. That makes her moan." Carly was still hammering away at Stephanie"s pussy and it was leaking all over. Could enough men and supplies reach it in time to really punish the Dead for daring to attack a castle on the Wall? Would the Night King really be stopped here, at the water’s edge? Would it all come down to a coastal battle, of all things, rather than a typical, inland encounter? That was by no means certain to any of them, but it seemed more plausible by the hour.Well, there were a lot worse places to have a last stand against the Dead, weren’t there? Winterfell, for instance, had crypts full. Withher weight bearing down on me, though, all I could do was clutchineffectually at her wrists with no hope of fighting her off."You thought you could come into my home and parade around these giantslut tits of yours and then just slip away?" Deirdre questionedmockingly. "You stupid thing. You should have spent more timedeveloping your brains rather than your boobs." Fuck you!" I growled as I renewed my efforts to force the woman off ofme. My arms weren't enough, and my position was. He was laughing and screaming.Inga came running over, “What’s wrong?”Chet moved quickly to Inga, “He’s fine First Lady, he just made a hole in one.”Inga knelt next to Dar and started kissing him, at his ear, his cheek, even his nose. Dar rolled over and pulled Inga down, “Did you see it? Did you see it?” Dar was still laughing.“Yes, I saw two very beautiful shots.” Inga laughed.“I learned from our son how to do that. That’s what children are for isn’t that so?” Dar asked.“What are you.