My hand twisted, entwining the thin, gold links about me, pulling my tits towards each other, my nipples distended even more. She had such a beaming smile on her face that lead me on. Xxx “Sven,” she breathed, staring up at me, her eyes trembling, tears breeding in their blue depths. The faerie flitted through the woods with such joy, reveling in the restoration of her wings. I set to work weaving his body out of the wicker-like twigs, the spirits which abandoned through the world responding to me. A pity. I loved the feel of him fighting his urge to spill his seed into my cunt. I took it, the smell of rabbit stew savory. I stroked up and down the figures naked body, feeling the breasts. Making a feyhound could be draining, but this?
Actors:
Kate Bloom
