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Chapter 8 by Kermster Kermster

What will you do?

Strip the loudmouth and have your way

You rip the bard's clothes in two, leaving a fresh view of cute tits and a well shaven pelvic region. You run your grippers around the smooth body of the bard, letting them travel until they set their destination solely on the medium mammaries that she maintained. Each pulled at the hard nipples heightened by the cold air with caution, earning a small pleasurable groan by the female troubadour. Eventually, they grip on to the entire breast, massaging into them with an efficient rhythm along with the gasps of her pleasure grunts. While your... hands? Enjoy the smoothness and bounciness of the mounds of magnificence. Your meat is practically calling for release. You oblige.

You guide your surprisingly large length to the lady's lower lips, rubbing the tip over the entrance to her cavity. While your "little" guy finds an excellent movement along her slit, you pull your mouth's attention to her teats, taking one of them into your maw and letting another one of your hands with more playtime. Her body shakes with delight, her once quiet grunts going into clear, entertaining moans, which result in your phallus almost increasing in size. You take one last long pull at the surrounded tit, and then with a bold thrust, you enter into her drenched love cave.

The feeling is incomparable, with her walls hugging onto the intruder with lust rather than anger. She arches back and lets out a cry that triggers your member into a frenzy like a mind of its own sinking further into her depths. You loved the enthusiasm, but you take charge with take-outs and put-ins, plunging deep and rough one second and deporting out at the same speed. Your paws grip her waist and you hoist her up upon your pillar, using your strength to lift and lower her to boost the pleasure of both of you. You close in on your climax with the remaining heave benefited by your arms to send deep upon your sword, and you feel her womb with a huge bottle full of seed. You hold the still **** bard attached to your pecker, wondering if there should be a sort of round two.

What do you do?

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