তরুণ অপেশাদার স্কুলগার্ল সতীত্ব লিন হয় ধরা খাওয়া & হার্ডকোর বাহিরে

“I promised I would.” Leveria whispered back, kissing my cheek. “Stick to the script, and you’ll be fine. You just have to prove to Fran Wentz that you’re Yavara’s tits ambassador, and then stand there while I declare war on you. There will be some booing, maybe a little jeering, but everyone in there thinks you’re on our side. It’s all just theatre.” I took one breath, then another, and let them both out. “Alright, let’s go.” ZANDER My meeting with the Ten was terse and one-sided. I spent two hours making myself a portal from an old Alkandran ruin the Highlanders had repurposed as a marker stone, then I broke half of it orgasm off, and teleported to Glacier Lake. I sent ten ethereal owls out, and waited until noon for the chieftains to congregate at Gorlok’s steading. Gorlok was obviously already there, but of the other ten, only Balktar, Kanglar, Draifak and Vaklori showed up. It would have to be enough. Before any of them could open their mouths, I told them that Brock had conquered the Maples, Yavara had deepthroat captured Castle Thorum, and oh yeah, there was a massive army only perky eleven days away ready to massacre the lot of them. I dropped the other half of the stone on the table, and informed them that the election for Froktora would be that night at Castle Thorum. Then I left the slack-jawed chieftains without a word, tossed my staff onto the ground, and transformed into a great eagle. Picking my staff up with my talons, I launched into the air. After flying for half an hour, I came upon an old citadel, the only discernable piece left of it being the gothic arch that once vaulted the atrium. I landed upon the apex stone of that arch, and transported once more. I was atop a hill. It was further south than Glacier Lake, as evidenced by the trees, but not much further south, for the trees were squat conifers barely taller than a child. I peered over them, and my vision was filled with motion. The Highland army was like a river of color, the golden helms reflecting the afternoon sun, the myriad banners forming a flowing tapestry over them. I had seen armies like it before, but not since the days of the old empire. It was vast, and blanketed hills and valleys, kicking up a cloud of dust that drifted in its wake. I dropped to the skinny earth, and transformed once again. This time, I was a high-elf man of middle years, scarred and balding, the picture of a disgruntled career military man. I cast an illusion of uniform over me, turned my staff into a pike, and strode down the hillside. In my experience with military men, the worst were low-level officers. Being the bridge between enlisted footmen and high-ranking noblemen meant everyone hated them, and they hated everyone. So it didn’t surprise me that a red-faced captain came sprinting after me when I emerged from the brush. “Oi, you having a wank in the shrubs? What is your outfit?” He demanded in a thick northern accent. “Seventh division, fifth regiment, third company, first platoon.” I said with the amount of contempt the officer was used to, then added, “Sir.” “Seventh division, fifth regiment, third company?” The man jabbed at my chest, “You’re wearing a fucking Jonias uniform, you incompetent twat.” “Do you?” I asked making her look up at orgasm skinny me perky with a grin. “No you bastard and they’re black with little gold butterflies embroidered,” Angie insisted. Even a few ambitious female patrons sought to steal a bit of attention for themselves. “Yeah, yeah, we got tits it.” alexis.cartwell: was it that nerd ethan?? As expected, Jonathan and Marylou were waiting for us just inside. “Did you say something?” he asked, laughing into her hair. No sooner that we’d got into the first position, the door opened and about a dozen guys (including Ryan) walked in. They all came and stood quite close to us. She had surrendered to him, the strong man to control her. “The good news is, we ran some standard tests and everything checks out okay. “Oh, there you are you big handsome man. I was hoping that you would entertain me tonight. Moo for me." She stands beaming at us. "Please don't touch my. I slipped out into the hallway. “What the hell is so special about your blowjobs?” Mom screamed. 'Til you just can't stand it deepthroat anymore. She hit the floor, perfectly still, pinned beneath her husband’s weight. The cock-head was peeking out above the waistband. for a moment, then nodded.