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It was an unorthodox, but effective endgame. I got curious. Slut. I’m not the one who let him stick his fingers up my ass. Which reminds me… Yavara abruptly got to her knees, her expression wide and brainless, her tongue lolling from her panting mouth. Prestira patted her lap, and like a submissive pup, Yavara crawled to her master. She sat compliantly on Prestira’s lap and spread her legs, her tight black dress sliding up her thighs until it sprung passed her hips, revealing everything between her legs. She pressed her heels into the floor and rose into a leg-shaking squat, then by the behest of her master, she reached beneath herself, and spread her bronze globes. Prestira smiled into her captive’s eyes, and slid her hand through Yavara’s leaking folds, lubricating her fingers. Yavara shuddered and whimpered, then hissed when Prestira’s hand glided down her taint. Prestira pinched her fingers together beneath Yavara’s favorite hole, and uttered a single command. “Sit.” Prestira released Yavara’s mind just as the elf collapsed onto Prestira’s lap. Yavara’s eyes bulged, her chest shot forward to jiggle one breast free. She may have screamed then, had Prestira not forced their mouths together. She soothed Yavara with her lips and tongue, and Yavara relaxed to reciprocate in kind, their black cheeks going gaunt in their gentle devouring. Yavara caressed Prestira’s jaw before letting her go, her eyes half closed, a crooked giving head smile creeping huge across her lips. “I guess that was payback.” “You guessed right.” Prestira whispered into Yavara’s ear, her hand defiling the elf beneath her dress, “I’d thought there’d be more room in here after yesterday’s foray, but it’s such a snug fit.” “It must be my succubus D.N.A.” Yavara whispered back, crinkling her nose. “Get back over there, you little bitch.” Prestira laughed as she pushed Yavara off her. I swore I heard a squelching sound mark the exit of Prestira’s fist, but I couldn’t be sure with Yavara’s violent cry of delight. The elf took a moment to recover from the blow, then looked over her shoulder at Prestira, and began crawling lasciviously away, her skirt riding her hips. Prestira watched her go, undoubtedly admiring her handy work. She brought that hand to her nose, and blowjob inhaled, her eyes rolling a little. Coming back into focus, she tentatively poked out her tongue, and tested the taste of one finger. She raised her eyebrows, then she tested the other four, making sure Yavara watched her do it. Prestira was sexually suckingdick competitive, if not combative, and I knew her well enough to know she viewed Yavara as competition. I wasn’t so vain to think that I was the prize, though I was sure Prestira enjoyed the idea of testing her lecherous mettle against Alkandi’s incarnation; no, it was just Prestira’s nature. She hadn’t been born with magic, but learned it threesome and mastered it through countless hours and horrific self-sacrifices. Not being a natural-born meant she had to constantly prove herself, and so developed quite the chip on her shoulder. Yavara was a natural-born harlot (to put it nicely), and Prestira once again set herself to prove that experience trumps genetics. Whatever depths Yavara would go to, Prestira would follow. I wasn’t complaining. They fucked me slowly, when Jonathan was balls deep inside me, the head of James' cock was just stretching the opening of my anus. Or so she thought. “Fill me up. “A few more strokes.” I began diluting the alcohol and passion berry in those bottles you rigged.” Sylvester (my boyfriend) and I were long time best friends before we became a couple. Her tall, shapely body and severe good looks were always dressed in the finest designer fashions that mere mortals probably couldn’t afford, nor would it look as good on them. Since black I did not have a car, I got Alex to drive us and Dottie suckingdick to the movies I paid his way for driving us. She’s been beating giving head and whipping girls for the last twenty years. Slowly lowering her wet lips on it. “I’m glad that I’m not a man.” No, I need something that threesome will delight her as much as the two porcelain figurines did for Dakota. I was thinking of ways to get that crop away from her huge and turn the tables. “Oh, Mom, you're going to make me cum!” I moaned into her pussy. Both Gunther and I are seeing rapid improvement in Ria’s mental state. He quickly realized what I wanted blowjob to see and had this huge smile on his face.