“Why’s that?” Becca asked her for me.“So I could seduce Simon and birth a shadow demon to destroy anyone who he hated. I can already tell that... no, whatever else may be true about him, his fires DO NOT burn low! I would connive, fuck, mesmerize people, do whatever enchantments it took, but I would plant Simon’s ass on the Iron Throne where it belonged!” Melanie freely admitted her feelings about me once again.“Wow, honey, you got it bad, Sis!” Becca teased Melanie, “not that I blame you. As I. Catie Vanguard was seventeen and the word stunning failed to accurately describe her. She was tall and had shoulder length brunette hair. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts beautifully rounded B cups. She could pass for someone in her twenties. Perfect genetics passed to her from her parents, who were athletic and attractive, along with exercise and diet were all contributing factors to her heart-stopping looks. Catie and the rest of the senior class were getting ready for their final. Smiling down at me, she adjusted her panties back up in the back and got down on her knees between my legs. Looking the crotch of my jeans, she grinned even more and said "I seemed to have caused a problem for you in there." Looking down myself, I saw the large wet spot her pussy had made on the front of my jeans and the straining outline of my cock pushing against her juices on my jeans.Still smiling at me, she reached forward and unbuckled my pants, unbuttoned my jeans, and reached in to my. He returned her gaze for a time in silence then went over to a basket containing a variety of weapons and tools. He turned back to Marie-Claude with a short, broad sword in his fist.“This is called a braquemard,” he said, “and there is a curious story about its origins”. She pressed herself towards him.“Le masque livide” she sighed and Grigori looked deep into her eyes, gently stroking the hair from her cheek while stabbing the blade into her groin and slicing upwards, his muscles straining.