Those two had stamina. In my fantasy, I was no virgin but a wife mated before the flock. Black porn “On your knees first. Behind me, Castor moved in, his dick pressing between my butt-cheeks. “Have you abandoned the hope that any of our males would want you?” he asked, his voice a dry rasp. I liked what the sphinx said about me. I pumped my little finger faster and faster, the heel of my hand grinding on my clit while I pinched my nipple. “Faoril.”
Thrak’s booming voice washed over me. Enjoy.”
“It’s not fine.” He squeezed my shoulders. It was in my grasp. In my fantasy, Obsidian’s hand reached my pussy. My hands gripped the railing. My hair grew sticky and matted. The ropes creaked ominously while the Nimborgoth’s waves lapped against the ship’s hull. I stepped off the ladder onto the ledge before the Shaman’s cave.
