I groaned, bowels burning, pleasure screaming through my body. Armor jingled. Indian sex They bound me. I sighed, closing the door and padding down the hallway. I caught glimpses of both guards, jerking off their cocks beneath their armor, metal creaking, faces twisting. Pointless struggle would only waste my energy. It clicked up and suddenly the lock twisted a bit to the right, giving me a false set, making me think all the pins were up, but one wasn’t. I groaned, my body shivering at the rimming caress on my asshole. Ooh, she’s being pulled to the ground. I stepped into the light. I don’t recognize you as one of the servants.”
“I’m his wife,” I huffed, marching forward. And I bet they were guarding Faoril and Thrak.
