The Vulture Diamond Kitty & James Deen

“Placing third still gets you on the podium!” Sherok said with such vehemence that it must’ve been a touchy subject for her. “And this one?” I asked, pointing to small hand over her left breast. “Trenok.” Sherok beamed proudly. Then she turned over, showing me the tantalizing length of her athletic back, ending perfectly in two robust glutes. “Can you guess this one?” She smiled coyly over her shoulder, pointing to a tattoo of parted lips an inch from her crack. “Brock likes to eat ass?” “Do those look like Brock’s thin lips?” Sherok laughed, “A chief’s daughter from a neighboring clan was abducted by trolls. I happened upon their camp, and rescued her. She was very, very, very grateful.” Sherok rotated herself lasciviously, her black eyes glinting with amusement, “So you see, there are many tattoos you can get, Elena of the Straltaira. What deed would you like to immortalize on your flesh?” I looked over at the succubi bathing in the river, and smiled. “There’s only tits one thing I’ve done for the Terdini Brunette that’s worth remembering. What’s the symbol for rescuing the chief from a pack of succubi?” “A heart circled by a broken chain backdropped by a fist.” The tattooist replied gruffly. I turned to him. “You actually have that in your catalogue?” big “No, I’m just fucking sick of your blabbing, and I don’t get paid by the hour.” The tattooist pulled out his tapper and needle, “There are no ass set symbols; I just make shit up as I go along, and you get to tell everyone else the deep meaning behind medium it. Now, where do you want it?” “I don’t… shouldn’t I put more thought into this? This going to be on me forever!” “Gronk is very good, even if he’s not very patient.” Sherok chuckled, sliding beside me, “You don’t strike me as the type with Latina an eye for artistry, no offense, so you should probably just listen to him. Now…” Sherok gently hooked her fingers under my cloak, “where on Elena of the Straltaira should we put this new tattoo?” She pulled my cloak from my shoulders, exposing me to the waist. I felt her eyes moving over me, and I shifted to give her a better angle. “My god Elena, you have a beautiful body.” Sherok said softly, her breath caressing my neck. She moved my ponytail over my bronze shoulder and traced her fingers down my spine. A shudder went through me when her hand lingered on the small of my back. “No, not there.” She teased as she turned me around. Her hands traveled around my waist and up the sides of my torso. “Why?” I asked, “There is Latina no danger, I am here, you can stay with me until tomorrow.” We did everything, I let him do whatever he wanted.” She sniffled then Brunette rubbed her face on my shirt, wiping her drippy nose on me. I didn’t have any words that tits would comfort her so I let her sniffle and cleanse her sorrow on my shirt. He was always the one who drove women crazy. As of yet I still haven’t received an answer. She looked down and saw its cock swelling. He looked back at medium Amelia and nodded when she looked back at him. Elastigirl bites her lips as she look ass over Max. *pant* . . . A big few minutes later my daughter came up to me at the buffet table and said, " I hope you're not mad, that I was giving my boyfriend a blowjob in the garage. Remember? All other thoughts flew from her mind in those moments; all she could think of was her final escape from the State. Rough.