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Serf
- Local time
- Tomorrow 3:59 AM
- Messages
- 1
- Age
- 24
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I moan contentedly as the cute, village girl licks my pussy. She's good at it. Just a few days ago she was so innocent... blushing at even the slightest smile or flattery, as if she didn't know what to make of it. Now she licks me so well, she could make a decent living as a courtesan. I didn't even have to nudge her that much... all I had to do was strike the right note, find out what her darkest desires were and nudge her towards them. With my hand in her hair, I press her head into my lap.
This is aided by the potbellied innkeeper, who is pounding the poor girl like it's the last day of his life. Actually, it kind of is. I'm not planning on killing him. But as he approaches orgasm, I'm drawing more and more life force from him. Maybe it'll manifest as cancer, maybe he'll just die a natural death a few years early. I don't care. Drawing on his power feels better to me than any orgasm, though the redhead's tongue is definitely trying to make that happen too.
Before that, though, he cums. With a mighty snarl, he spurts the contents of his heavy, engorged balls into the redhead and immediately slumps back into unconsciousness. Too bad for him, he doesn't see me licking her pussy this time to get all the cum out of her. Then as we kiss, we pass his load between our mouths and cover our perfect bodies with it... for me to swallow it all. Oh... how good it feels to be bad.
Hello there! It's been a while since I last ventured into this realm, and I'm curious to see who's still wandering these paths. Let's try my luck once more. A short while ago, during a swift-paced game, I encountered a captivating witcher like no other. She wasn't just mischievous; she embodied the essence of a true bitch. As is often the case, our quick game ended abruptly, yet her image lingered in my thoughts. And so, I find myself returning to this community.
Now, who am I seeking? A storyteller, perhaps, to embark on a private journey alongside me and my intriguing witcher. I'm not after an epic 'Quest' – my intentions are much more modest. I won't claim to be a harbinger of virtue, and I'm certainly not looking for someone to mend my ways or dispense punishment, be it within the game's narrative or through the whims of 'fate.' This isn't about seeking retribution for the witcher's deeds, nor is it about inflicting suffering. Quite the contrary, my desires lean towards shared mischief, an escapade where we meet in the middle. What I'm hoping for is a playground of imagination, where we both revel in the unfolding tale.
This endeavor will undoubtedly venture into the realm of eighteen plus, with a dash of unpredictability thrown in. If you're intrigued and seek the same, I'd be delighted to share more details. Just ask, and I'll happily send over the kink list, sparking the flames of curiosity.
Let's weave a story that blurs the boundaries of fantasy and reality – an exploration that challenges norms and embraces the allure of the unknown. If this resonates with you, don't hesitate to join me in crafting an experience that's as exhilarating as it is unforgettable. Looking forward to where our shared imagination might take us!
This is aided by the potbellied innkeeper, who is pounding the poor girl like it's the last day of his life. Actually, it kind of is. I'm not planning on killing him. But as he approaches orgasm, I'm drawing more and more life force from him. Maybe it'll manifest as cancer, maybe he'll just die a natural death a few years early. I don't care. Drawing on his power feels better to me than any orgasm, though the redhead's tongue is definitely trying to make that happen too.
Before that, though, he cums. With a mighty snarl, he spurts the contents of his heavy, engorged balls into the redhead and immediately slumps back into unconsciousness. Too bad for him, he doesn't see me licking her pussy this time to get all the cum out of her. Then as we kiss, we pass his load between our mouths and cover our perfect bodies with it... for me to swallow it all. Oh... how good it feels to be bad.
Hello there! It's been a while since I last ventured into this realm, and I'm curious to see who's still wandering these paths. Let's try my luck once more. A short while ago, during a swift-paced game, I encountered a captivating witcher like no other. She wasn't just mischievous; she embodied the essence of a true bitch. As is often the case, our quick game ended abruptly, yet her image lingered in my thoughts. And so, I find myself returning to this community.
Now, who am I seeking? A storyteller, perhaps, to embark on a private journey alongside me and my intriguing witcher. I'm not after an epic 'Quest' – my intentions are much more modest. I won't claim to be a harbinger of virtue, and I'm certainly not looking for someone to mend my ways or dispense punishment, be it within the game's narrative or through the whims of 'fate.' This isn't about seeking retribution for the witcher's deeds, nor is it about inflicting suffering. Quite the contrary, my desires lean towards shared mischief, an escapade where we meet in the middle. What I'm hoping for is a playground of imagination, where we both revel in the unfolding tale.
This endeavor will undoubtedly venture into the realm of eighteen plus, with a dash of unpredictability thrown in. If you're intrigued and seek the same, I'd be delighted to share more details. Just ask, and I'll happily send over the kink list, sparking the flames of curiosity.
Let's weave a story that blurs the boundaries of fantasy and reality – an exploration that challenges norms and embraces the allure of the unknown. If this resonates with you, don't hesitate to join me in crafting an experience that's as exhilarating as it is unforgettable. Looking forward to where our shared imagination might take us!