She screeched and went rigid, as I kept thrusting up inside her.I forced her legs together to hold the Hitachi in place and tied her thighs and ankles together tight.They must have had a great view of my ass and pussy.I got down on all fours and threesome spread my legs slightly.It is usually an unexpected action that usually catches the hunters by surprise.I took a sidelong glance at Night Eyes, and frowned at her knowing grin, You have to be careful, granny Julia.It was so round, but still so perky.She felt her back Hardcore touch his bare chest, his skin was searing hot against hers.My breath was ragged with desire and need as he indicated for me to dress.As I put my hand on the doorknob to the little reception area, he called out to me. Grace, you will not pleasure yourself unless you decide not to accept.As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a hard on, Brunette or to keep it long enough to fuck Susan.The good old ‘you don’t know me’ line.I guessed I could accept this big cocks too, if the expected eventuality really did come to be.Nice to meet you too. They were naked, grey skin adorned in similar golden paint. Gracefully they ran in from of her, prostrating their bodies in the blood before the queen. She walked forward towards the necromancer, heels stepping on the backs of her servants. Once used, a twin would run to the front of the queue and bow down again, creating a moving bridge to keep the Drow Queen unsullied and untouched. They passed her long locks of trailing hair meticulously amongst big cocks them, Hardcore keeping it from touching the filthy mess.At last, she came to a stop threesome on the final twin a hairs breath away from the upturned face of the necromancer woman. Stand. she commanded.And she stood, a bloody mess dripping with her own shame at Brunette having failed. She was short in stature and abnormally gaunt, ribs and other bones visible through her flesh. Her skin was darker than black, one of the deepest shades of granny Drow skin reserved for the royal family and the noble houses. Her eyes were as red as the blood congealing down her body. Vaguely visible on her charcoal skin were the faint outlines of scars – the payment for a lifetime of necromancy work. Enora, my whip. She reached her hand out to the left.The Queen’s head assassin, leader of the Royal Drow Guild of Executioners, the Drow woman known as Enora, placed the ceremonial gold-handled flogger into her majesty’s outstretched hand. My Queen, if I may… The Queen raised her eyebrows at this unexpected speech from Enora.