It wasn’t me, sir! Village sex There are maenads everywhere, doing terrible things to and with mortal men, nymphs and each other. Read 27207 times |
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They’re sleeping like spoons, brown flesh against alabaster, naked in the cool summer air. It’s literally what she was made for. My seed has run true in twenty different women, every one of whom has given birth to me. Neither is refusal a defence against pleasure. I don’t need your approval or your prayers. Nonetheless, she works hard to stay calm and bows her head respectfully as she proffers the booze. Her scream of agony is cut short as Ariadne takes what she’s given and pushes the girl’s face down into her cunt. The main theme, of course, is my thick cock beating a pounding rhythm in her cunt.
