“Shi smells gud. Beeg.com merc-AIEEEE!”
“Tymber! Watching nauseate me. Mounted by a toddler half my height, Gadam gabs ahold of his mare’s tits as reins for balance. Brunette bush aside I’m nude as the day I was born. Abruptly I halt. Inescapable once perched, absolutely nothing I do can dislodge my feeding. “Diz’l stuff yer kunt to make my babies. I’ll give you no pleasure. Above me looms the Razek mountain and on its other side the dwarven kingdom of Urren. Soon yu’l eagerly wanna play wid da horny boi fer mi.”
“MMMMFFF!” swallowing slop stifles my stubbornness. “Why’re you smiling? Guezz diz hoity-toity hero iz nuthin but anoder shamelezz hor after all!”
Bangs veil my coy flush.
