He slashed his sword at me from the left, forcing me to dart to right. He followed up with another swing and a third, driving me away from my retreat and towards the side of the street. I frowned at his actions. What was he doing? Where was his anger? His swings held purpose. The recklessness was gone. My brow furrowed as his next attack made me roll towards the side of street again. Towards the mouth of an alley. Clever. “She cleans my dick like a champ,” I said, tensing for the next swing of his sword to hurtle at me. “Just cleans off every bit of her asshole before begging me to cum on her face.” He swung a smidge too hard, his metal teeth grinding together. I flowed like shadows beneath it, rolling back out towards the center of the street. As I came up, I sent out the darkness around my feet racing towards the well. It merged into the long shadows cast by the buildings on the left side of the street, the sun setting behind them. I reached the well, covering it, hiding it. It vanished into inky darkness. “Did she ever wake you up by sucking your dick?” I asked as I retreated backward. He glared at me. “What, did you think I'd fall for your obvious feint towards the alley?” I moved behind the well as he turned to face me, my shadows obscuring it. I let myself blend in, too, fading most of my body away, leaving only my skin and blond hair exposed. “Do you think I am an idiot?” “You're a thief!” he snarled. Fuck, don't stop. She felt her warm breath on her neck as she reached around and connected the chain to her collar. Today is more of what I dread. "Well, I have this little problem," I said as I stood up from the couch. I slowly start making my way down you body kissing and sucking your chest and ran my tongue over your belly. “They’re going really good now, I get to go home and I don’t have to wait which good cause I don’t wanna wait, and this is my mom.” She said making him stand up and extend his hand to me. She pulls her pussy off, which makes a lewd sound like pulling a suction cup off the wall. Time would take over from here and things would slowly get back to normal, the normal I missed and craved.
“Does my asshole lead anywhere?” she asked Willowbud, who was gliding around the patio surrounding The Pussy Palace on a stone chair, unable to walk. Judging by her pale complexion and state of being, she’d found the limits of her power. “I was thinking about making it the sewage line, but its position above the entrance wouldn’t allow that.” Willowbud sniggered, “No, that’s just the window to the theatre.” “There’s a theatre?” “You still have a championship fight to promote,” Willowbud replied, “and I’ve increased the occupancy-limit by tenfold, so make sure to do your stretches tonight.” I walked around the patio, staring up at the massive, stone tits Tera’s statue was pressing together with her stone elbows; one arm bent to put a finger to her lips, the other held straight to put her fingers between her legs. To the west, there was a large patch of green, and beside that, a flat expanse of bare rock. “Didn’t that used to be Duke Cranston’s estate?” I asked Willowbud. “Huh,” she mused “was it?” “I hope you at least made sure it was empty before you leveled it.” I frowned. Willowbud’s silence was all the answer I needed. “Why?” I asked. “To make space for your temple, and Sister Julia’s.” Willowbud replied, “I thought all of ours should be connected. The embalming of beautiful soccer mom Michelle Marsten is complete. "Morgan." I did not know if there would be WI-FI but wanted to be ready. It shied away, eyes widening at the proximity of a stranger. She could feel his cock convulsing inside her as he slowed down. "Hold on," I yell back up. I'm sure Master didn't tell you about this part though." In seconds he was struggling with her robe, trying to raise the low hem, then finding the catches and opening it down the front.
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