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Nothing should distract her from the inspiration she created with her body. The watching faeries wouldn't forget her performance. It would stir them to create something of beauty, immortalizing her dance in painting and sculptures, enriching the world. Kora whirled, raising her arms over her head. Her blonde braids flared out before her, and the ruby flashed between her heaving breasts. I furrowed my brow at that glittering shemale and girl gem. It worried me. It represented such a distraction from her art. It had to be dealt with. Then we could hard sex deal with her other distractions... Zanyia Mistress Kora danced like the wind swirling through a field of flowers, rustling the beautiful petals, spreading their perfume. She moved with such lithe steps, her hair flowing behind her, the tattoos on her body making her pale flesh even more exciting. She spoke with every movement of her arms and feet, with the way she rolled her hips and cocked her head. She spoke of passion. Of love. Of hope. The hope that Sven would save Aingeal, the passion he would share with the faerie, and the love he had for Aingeal that would lead him to submit to the queen's desire. My pussy grew hotter, juices running down my thighs. I purred to the beat of the music, my tails wishing back and Big Tits forth, my eyes tracking her and... I noticed Ealaín watching Mistress Kora. The black-skinned hermaphrodite had her arms folded beneath her large, taut breasts. Her nipples so hard, her dick throbbing. Her citrine eyes focused on my dancing mistress, entranced by her beauty. I padded towards Ealaín, circling around Kora. I didn't want to interfere with her. She needed this. I could tell it. The stress blonde of the last week, being chased by Prince Meinard's guards, our mad flight to the Forest of Lhes, crashing through the woods, almost getting caught, had been hard on all of us. Then last night, the fight, her illusions... Kora needed this release. To let go of all the fear and negativity that had afflicted us all, the terror that poor Mistress Aingeal would be killed, her helplessness all lost as she danced. I wouldn't interrupt her unless I absolutely had to. I reached Ealaín, crouching beside her like a cat, my knees bent, legs spread wide. It made my pussy feel like it was on doggy style display. I liked that feeling. I sniffed through my nose, smelling Kora's tangy pussy juices mixing with Ealaín's spicy musk. It was such an exquisite perfume. I loved kneeling because it kept me near to the ground, to where all the best scents are. I rubbed my cheek into Ealaín's dark thigh and said, “You like watching her dance, don't you?” “I like seeing her make art,” Ealaín answered, not taking her eyes off of Mistress Kora. I’ll worry about you two until I know you are back here safe.” She turned the CD around and nodded thoughtfully. (Sometimes that led to a good soapy soaking which was all the more fun if doggy style we didn't have on a bra.) Jason asked nervously. He was asking for another order of tires. Stop it. I’d do anything for him. Now it was my turn to grind my hips and slam my cock balls deep into her wet cunt. “Mom you hard sex know how many years I’ve wanted to bury my face in your ass? You have been lied to by that bastard of your father. I pushed my throbbing cock up to her wetness, holding the head between her outer lips as I kissed her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Tonight I decided that I would keep myself out of the way, well, it was my night off. Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road. She jumped Big Tits up and down like a bunny in one spot. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, like lock and key, made for each other. I felt the rippling convulsions of her snatch. She was on her sixth wine glass, and hadn’t relaxed in the least. “How did it feel to lose, especially when we’ve all fought so hard… Well, here we are again. Then there was her "sexy bikini" which was a string type, very revealing model that exposed more than it covered and became partly transparent when wet. Shitttt . . . I know all about how even though Mr. President is talking up quite a storm, he still can’t handle it when he doesn’t get what he wants, so he takes it, whether or not she’s okay or even comfortable with it.” I admire that,” she said. She realised he was getting too aroused so she walked round behind him shemale and girl and released the towel from around his waist and threw it to one side. She swore she could see some of the fluids of sex, her own saliva and even maybe her own virgin blood on her face. Unfortunately, no one answered because it was between meetings. “Name!” I snarled at the clipboard, my hands shaking. He’d had the thought before but hers were definitely bigger blonde than Tegan’s. He didn’t understand cup sizes but he guessed she had a comfortable handful and his already hard cock jumped at the thought of touching them. If she's only cum twice in three years, is just trading places going to be enough, I wondered? Katie sighed. Sticks and stones.