“Fuck me, Master!” Zaritha gasped. She gasped and moaned, every stroke of her husband’s cock building the pleasure in her core. Xxnx Did she do something wrong? “Kyle, Kyle, Kyle!” she moaned. “Yes, Master!” her voice called out, thick with passion. “We need to look impressive.”
“Right,” Aaliyah nodded, and the dust vanished from all their clothing as they neared the edge of the city. A warlock serving Hecate. “Do it! She had grown used to being in America where women spoke their minds. At least Fatima had the good sense to put those out before letting herself get carried away. “He’s my Sultan.”
Aaliyah smiled, then leaned and kissed Zaritha, thrusting her tongue into the Ifrit’s mouth.
