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It had been hours since she has felt the tip of her nose. The blizzard continued to howl around her face, whipping the fur on her hood and threatening to tear it off her head. She had dressed warmly in several long robes, and as she trudged through the snow the colours of her many layers swirled around her ankles. “It should be somewhere around… here.” Her foot touched ice beneath the snow, and for a moment the pov flurry cleared and she was able to see that she was standing at the edge of a large, iced-over lake. With a few deft movements her snowshoes were replaced with ice skates, her trailing robes tied up around her waist like a multicolour sash. She took a moment to brush the snow off the page of the open book she was carrying, revealing a map with faintly glowing outlines (and a glowing dot, marked ‘me’), before closing it with a sharp thump and setting off over the ice. The wind tried to blow her off course, but she was a seasoned skater and her forward crossovers kept her from losing momentum and veering too sharply aside. Eventually her goal appeared through the dazzling white – an island, and on it, a weather-beaten ruin of an ancient temple. A Drow temple. It was a small, square construct barely larger than her room back at the mage’s keep. One wall was practically missing, and the remains of tree roots, long-dead from the harshness of the tits climate, clung to the remaining walls and trailed across the floor. The sound of the howling wind was muffled in here, and it felt eerily quiet. She could clearly hear her breath for the first time in days, and her heartbeat. It took only a moment to locate the trapdoor and clear away the brittle roots enough to open it. She changed her boots yet again, from ice-ready blades to tough climbing shoes. It was a long way down, and blowjob she wasn’t about to mess this up. As she clambered down the dank and narrow staircase, one hand on the frosty wall and the other holding a conjured magelight, she thought through the plan one more time. The Drow queen started this war because an ancient artefact had gone missing from her court, and she blamed the snow elves of stealing it. This same artefact, she hoped, was the one she was now heading towards. The stairwell opened out into a broad, well-lit cavern of blue ice, and she bareback realised for the first time that the stairs were not made of temple rock, but pure ice. An ethereal glow pulsed from deep within the walls, and high above her stalactites bigger than she was filled the far away ceiling. The cavern had retained some heat beneath the permafrost, not enough to be considered pleasant or even warm, but enough that her massive furs were more of a nuisance than a help. She took them off, and felt free to stretch in her pussy loose academy robe. Her reflection gazed back at her from a thousand different places, caught inside the multifaceted sheets of ice. She stared at her form as she crossed the frozen floor. There were no goggles, so Tom was blind underneath the mask, and whatever expression he held was utterly hidden from view. Oh, Gods, yes, I'm going to cum on your dick! "Swallow," he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was tits panicking trying to pull away. Sam said guiding her naked friend's body up to the pov bareback perfect position. “I sure wouldn’t mind hitting that ass!” Hearing Amanda’s comment makes me a little jealous. If you cannot tell, she is quite boisterous. Her tongue came out to lick and tickle. “I planned this.” May announced crazily, walking in. “I wanted to have all three of you in a room with me, because it’s time we talk about some things, and reveal a few blowjob truths while we’re at it.” I was starting to get hard thinking about how I was indirectly responsible for that amazing growing tummy. “A fellow bitch? My hands roam on her curves, thighs, and belly before I squeeze those pussy teen beautiful rounded breasts, cupped by her white bra.