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The first night without Julia, we sat in solemn silence, three people in an incomplete circle, staring numbly at the iridescent greens of the forest. The shimmering tones turned to garish pinks and reds before our eyes, and the sober people we were, changed to carnal, hedonistic things, engaging in the needs of our bodies without any heed for the world. The exhaustion we suffered through the next day was a hard lesson, and we learned to find sleep before midnight the next evening. Arbortus was vast beyond comprehension, and the towering trunks that once dazzled me, now only seemed to loom threateningly. Every patch of forest felt like every other, every attempt at landmarking our location was in vain, every crook and hovel seemed a clone of the last. We were rested, road-fairing travelers on day one, and haggard, wild creatures by day seven. My hair was matted and covered in filth, my skin was clammy and scratched in a hundred places, my feet were sore and blistered. I’d ceased my royal bitching after day two, not due to Malek and Drask’s annoyed growls, but because I was too fucking tired to talk. By the seventh day, none of us said anything at all, until Malek broke the silence. “Stop.” Malek said, holding up a Asian Moaning splayed hand. I halted behind him, and Drask stopped behind me. Malek cocked his head, inclining his pointed ear to the sky and listening with one eye closed. It was then that I heard it: nothing. The constant chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, the squeak of squirrels had all ceased. The bustling soundtrack of the forest was muted to a tense silence, with only the whistling wind through rustling leaves to break it. Malek slowly reached over his shoulder, and unslung his bow. Drask put a hand on my arm and guided me to crouch in the foliage, before unslinging his bow from his back. 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I screamed and fell backward, my eyes replaying the shocking terror over and over again, unable to process what happened, unable to fully believe what I just saw. Malek let out a sound so agonized it would be seared into my memory jerking in car moaning and cum loud forever. He loosed arrow after arrow, tumbling this way and that, rolling to his feet, reaching behind himself, grabbing a shaft, nocking it, and firing all in one motion. One scream sounded from the foliage, and then another, and another. Kinetic spheres were hurled at the dark-elf, cratering the ground around him, blasting debris into the air, and he rolled between them, firing with every stop, emptying his quiver into the forest, roaring at the tops of his lungs until his body separated into loud male moaning a million pieces. I sat dumbly in the brush, my heart thundering in my chest, my mouth agape, and my eyes wide. 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It was a habit he had developed recently, ever since he became the new Lord of House Darcy and shouldered the responsibility of pulling together a Duchy that was falling apart in the aftermath of a costly rebellion. Chantel pushes her cock into my throat, it slips in without much resistance after Israa broke it in. Eve slaps my ass hard as she bottoms out inside me. “Fuck! “You can keep talking if you want, dead man. All you’re doing is giving me ideas.” Now this isn’t a problem most of the time because the weather isn’t very nice and I wear a jacket when we go there. So mature. Another colossal orgasm pushed through her jerking Moaning Homemade in car moaning and cum loud like a tidal wave from the intense moaning Asian Moaning stimulation of the buzzing hitachi pressed on her clit by the painful crotch rope and the big cock using her ass. She quickly entered the passcode and loud male moaning tapped the app Julie had downloaded for her, that gave her access to all the cameras in the house via their Wi-Fi network. “I'm your cum-bucket!” “Priapus”. I wonder…" he mused.

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