“You’re so beautiful.”
Faoril shifted her weight to lean on her left arm as her right touched my side and stroked up and down, sending ticklish delight through me. When Angela’s business in Esh-Esh was concluded, she would head north. XXX “Faoril,” I gasped in delight as she fingered me. Her pain had been so raw. I groaned and squeezed on her breast as her fingers stirred through my lips. “I don’t need to see it if you can disrupt it.”
“Trying.”
I strained harder. Faoril straightened in her saddle as she slipped the vial back into her pocket. “Is that a man on the rise?”
I frowned. Spicy juices flooded my mouth. Faoril gasped. My simulacrum raced to me, handing me a vial of her pussy juices.
