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Light Flitter
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Shokzali's got the body of a fighter. The Gormoamhi whores at home let their bodies go soft, spend all their time on pillows eating butter-fry meat and honeycakes. Shokzali's body is hard cut stone. I don't need to look down, I can feel her power. Passing my entire size into her folds is like being squeezed by silken lips, her hot insides are like silk wrapped gloves and a tongue of the perfect temperature merged into one, sucking and stroking, lavishing me with her attention in ways Loquui didn't even come close to matching!
"Consort...so good..."
Our pace is slow, I watch her breasts bounce in time with the rise and fall of her chest. Shokzali's breath hits me, hard and wet. I run my hands through her body. Underneath that fuzz are knots of scars from who knows where, and it makes her shiver as I trace circles around them all. As my pace climbs, so does her whimpers and moans. She moves beneath me even faster as well, erratic shaking as I feel the telltale sign of a Gormoamhi woman in climax. A sign for me to speed things up! She's tensing, and-
"Consort!"
I feel a nibble and-Loquui? Oh I guess it's a racial thing. When the girls back home joined in, I thought it was because they wanted to give me a special time so I'd come back. Maybe they just can't resist when there's a good time.
"Nyeh heh heh-Consort Yahn is so small like a whelpling" Shokzali sounds like she's drunk. I guess that was also a racial thing.
"So cute, but so good at laying, so much better than a man." And just like that the anger seems to be gone? They're rubbing and caressing each other as much as they rub against me. Loquui grinds herself against my leg as Shokzali is holding me inside her and against her. Interesting. Is this a Nakumu thing or another racial trait? Weird places my mind goes when squished between two girls. That could kill me if they wanted to.
>Study the behavior, take mental notes
>What am I? A nerd? Leave them breathless!
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