Blonde Breasty Invades Yonker

They were by no means necessary, with many hunts requiring immediate attention with little or no time for preparation, but they helped to calm Big Tits and focus her mind. She retired to a makeshift tent that had been erected against the cliff face and felt herself relax as she stepped into it, knowing the processes that were to come and readying herself mentally. The preparations were an exercise in patience and Lysera started by finally seeing to removing her battle armour. The armour was tough and flexible, strong and well fitted, but as with any Isiri blowjob she had hungered to be rid of its coverings from the instant she had encased herself in it. Untying straps and ties occupied her hard fuck mind for a few minutes as she struggled to complete the nimble adorable task with her thick fingers, but as she did heavy metallic pieces started to fall away from her body one at a time, landing with a too heavy thump in the still sand around her feet. As she continued her efforts alloy plates were stripped away to reveal more and more of her scarlet body, her muscles perfectly defined and only occasionally marred with slightly paler lines, each scar a lesson she had learned through blood spent. blonde As the last of her armour fell to the ground, leaving her entirely nude she squatted down by a container, her heavy cock almost touching the ground as she reached in and drew out a palm-sized device that she slipped over the fingers of one hand. Activating the device with a click it began to emit a soft hum and a bright blue light spilt forth. Slowly and with meticulous deliberation she began to run the light over every inch of her body, meticulous and practised. As the passage of blue light across her skin cleaned and more importantly, removed her natural scent, she let her body continue its task on autopilot, her eyes drifting shut as she began her mental exercises. Inside each Isiri was a flame, one that fed their strength and blow job determined their willpower. It was easy to unleash even for the youngest and most unskilled of the Warrior-Caste, the fire granting them incredible strength, but uncontrolled it was just that. The trick Lysera knew was to see how far you could feed the flame without losing control, to access its gifts of strength and stamina while maintaining a clear mind and a tactical edge. Even for those as experienced as Lysera it could be difficult to conjure in an instant. As the warmth of the device continued to tend to her body her mind became a carefully controlled ebb and flow of power and thought. She would feed the flame with thoughts of what was to come, of the chase, the fight, the aftermath and all that that would entail, while at the same time tempering it with slow breathes, conscious reminders of her status and ability. “I am in control…” She hissed low, feeling the power swell within her, begging to be released, to chase down her prey like an animal, to savage her, to take what was rightfully hers. “I am in control…” She repeated again, thinking of her place as First, how she had gotten here through the use of her mind as much as her body and how badly things had gone for her in the past when she had failed to keep the fire from spreading throughout her being. When she eventually opened her eyes she felt reborn. Her body was pristine, a perfect Isiri specimen with strong muscles and soft breasts, her cock a little swollen between her powerful thighs, but the most significant changes were in how it felt. Free of the armour's weight and surging with power she felt as light and swift as a feather, like she could run for days and not tire, or, she thought, perform other marathon duties for days without need of a break… Setting down the small device she opened a small secure chest and drew out several personal items. First and most importantly came three pale blue spiked piercings which she affixed through existing spots up the bridge of her nose. Isiri were not very maternal creatures, not holding as much care for family and blood relations as the humans apparently did, but these had belonged to her mother, a great warrior of her time and someone who had through action, not blood, won Lysera’s respect. # Call for throat fuck “What?” I whispered back. She spent several minutes admiring her shoes, and I spent several minutes admiring her legs, they were nice. Mel led all of us to the entertainment room, which she initially called it the movie room, but somehow ‘entertainment room’ seemed more appropriate. Her body was adorable craving for the desires that were not satisfied. “It’s okay,” I finally managed. She tried to free herself Big Tits but it was useless. The pain felt incredible, feeding the hot pleasure in my cunt. I caught her the other day...staring at me and smirking and she looked away as soon as I looked at her... They were two velvet bags, blowjob each with a drawstring at the top, designed to hold small knickknacks. The hands of the statue was held blow job out which Madelyn's legs were placed on each hand keeping them spread open. Leading her to my bedroll. Not far from the bed was a fireplace and white fur rug. Melanie moaned, referring to my rising rod. “Oh! A hot tremble raced out of me. That caused Angie and Greg to burst out in laughter. "Not as well as we had hoped," Logan groans. Lorraine’s hands moved over Melissa’s heaving breasts and swollen nipples. Ooh, I even fucked Dean Washington.” I looked at Ryan at the same time as he looked at me. Mark took his semi-flaccid cock and began to rub the head around her cheeks, nose and forehead. “Ooffnnin?” She spoke meekly. Chloe, pretty and perfect in her Hera Victoria costume, gave Emily a bright, beautiful smile before she turned hard fuck and led her friend away. Gary only played about 10 minutes of the video, but it was the portion where she was being DP’d it showed her really blonde loving it. You haven’t have you? Carrie smiled, she knew that he’d just cum and she started panting and spasming. “Such a big, strong young man!” gasped Mrs. Rojas. Barkley held himself embedded, giving her obscenely stretched cock-socket a moment to adjust to his twat-wrecking length and girth. He also told me you said that your body was his to do whatever he wanted. I squeezed and kneaded, sucked, licked, and kissed her treasure chest while she ran her fingers through my curly hair! “Never!” I panted from the force of my scream.