Heat washed over me. I had to get through to her. Xxx Please, please, Mistress Lasla! Tharaka’s pussy clamped down hard, holding me with all her force. She pressed my cock between her butt-cheeks and pressed it against her asshole. My hips creaked. Holding my sister to my side, I headed out to the middle of the arena and knelt before her. “Time to put that whore mouth of yours to use, slut.”
“What?” whimpered Lavhi. Her flesh milked me. Lasla and Pyrriah kissed with a mad passion, Lasla ripping the armor off our sister’s body. Her big boobs heaved. The wet slit of my mother’s pussy gleamed, the chastity belt covering her clit. “Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. She dented the armor. Fear tightened in me as the flames burned hotter. She moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. He slashed at me, driving me back.
