I’m a lamia. Porn I shivered, listening to his footfalls crossing my sitting room and leaving my apartments in his castle. “Oh, yes, Zanyia! Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there. He thrust up again. She let out a little purr of delight. I slid my pussy faster, clenching, drinking in the friction. He took my hands, his fingers corpse-cold. “Oh, Sven, I miss you so much! Always. I blinked my eyes, grinding my clit into Master’s pubic bone. I shook my head, banishing fully the connection with the statue. “I shall pray for your return and wait so eager for it.”
He gave me a fond smile, like he had when I was a child and sitting on Mother’s lap.
