I swore I heard a squelching sound mark the exit of Prestira’s fist, but I couldn’t be sure with Yavara’s violent cry of delight. Japanese sex Brock couldn’t get his pants down fast enough, fumbling desperately with his belt as his eyes shown with eagerness. Prestira clearly never thought she’d have to pay for that promise, and Yavara obviously thought she’d just lured Prestira into a trap. No man alive could deny that stare. They placed their costars back on their stools, and gave each an encouraging slap on the ass. “Whoever loses, we win!” He growled, excitement shining in his eyes. Ever. Prestira made Yavara continue even after the elf gagged, saliva secreting from her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Two more men stepped up, and each pressed twenty pieces into my hand. Her white-blonde hair was in a braided ponytail, and her skin was as pale as the moon. Who knows what I’ll do
