...e habit of her
people, or a personal trait – either way, her luscious boobs certainly didn’t
need any support. Now, she was standing there, naked and shivering – more out
of fear than cold, though, for it was a warm day. Her legs were unconsciously
crossed, a final defense for her virtue. Was she a virgin? He couldn’t really
judge her age accurately, since he didn’t know much about her race, but she
seemed far too lovely not to have been snatched up by some village boy already.
Well, he’d find out soon enough – and certainly, if the men of this race had
anything in common with the animals they resembled, her physique would be able
to deal with his size. Not without some pain, probably, but she’d live.
she let her hands glide up and down the length of the impressive tool. It was
so long… then, she gasped as it continued to grow. Where he’d stashed it all,
she didn’t know, but when he finally achieved a full erection, the head was
nearly on level with his neck. It was so thick that she could hardly reach
around it with two hands, and the head was wider yet. Releasing her breastplate
with a thought, she removed it and leaned forwards to let her breasts surround
the huge staff, holding them tight around it with her hands.
moaned as she kissed his cockshaft, and his hands balled into fists as she
continued to lick and kiss at the shaft while she slowly jacked him off with
her tits. Finally, she...