As I lay on my back, feeling the gentle pressure of Naomi's slender frame resting on me, I eagerly anticipate the arrival of the other two women. The rustle of footsteps and soft murmurs growing closer signals their approach. With legs spread and knees bent, I provide unyielding support to keep the widow's legs splayed wide apart. Our bodies are the perfect playgrounds for Bree and Sasha. As I feel my balls getting sucked on, I close my eyes and relax, my hands fondling Naomi’s tits. Judging by the way a not-so-expert tongue swirls around my sack, I bet Sasha is the one handling my balls. That can only mean that Bree is working on Naomi. The widow moans and starts moving her hips with my cock still inside her. A shiver races down her legs that quiver with restless energy as they struggle to remain propped atop mine. For sure, Bree’s skills and proficiency are more than enough to drive Naomi crazy. Restless and yearning for a glimpse, the widow carefully maneuvers herself upwards,
I awaken from my slumber, groggily rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Blinking a few times, my gaze falls upon the delightful sight before me. Three beauties, each still lost in the land of dreams, lie peacefully beside me. The tangle of limbs and tousled hair is like a work of art, a masterpiece of allure and temptation.Careful not to disturb their tranquil repose, I slip out of the bed.As I gather my scattered garments from the cold, hardwood floor beside the bed, my eyes repeatedly drift back to the slumbering women. Their chests rise and fall softly, and I can't help but wonder if their dreams are filled with vivid memories of the passion-filled night we shared just hours ago. Once dressed and ready to face the world, I step into the hallway, only to find myself colliding with none other than George Binge. "Ah, David!" George exclaims, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I trust you had a most eventful evening, surrounded by such exquisite company."I chuckle, unable to hide my delig
George and I came up with a plan. He will help me paint the prince as a dangerous and unstable individual responsible for the storms and disappearances in front of all his clients. This way, I can rally the public opinion against him and gain the favor of the kingdom's nobles and influential figures as well as that of the common folk. Sheer numbers can help in times of need. And what’s a king without the support of his people? Just as I’m about to enter my room— my hand hovering over the doorknob— the familiar voice inside my head makes its presence known once more.[Is now a good time to update on your stats and share the rewards for the side task?]You can go ahead.[Here are the updated stats for user David McConnell]Women fucked: 4Women satisfied: 4Blowjobs received: 11 Cunilingus given: 5 (+1) Orgasms inflicted: 18.5 (+2.5)Threesomes with 2 women: 4 Encounters with more than 2 women: 1 (+1)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 10 (+1)
I find myself confined within the room, my companions having decided that venturing out during the day is not the wisest course of action for a wanted man like myself. So, here I sit, surrounded by four walls, contemplating my predicament. But as luck would have it, I find a book to keep me entertained. The title catches my eye: "The Juices of Fortune: A Tale of Unexpected Benefits." Well, well, this sounds like quite the saucy tale. A folk tale, no less. Curiously, I gingerly open the book to explore its contents. Intrigued, I eagerly flip through the worn pages of the mysterious tome, immersing myself in the captivating narrative. The plot takes an unexpected turn, ensnaring me in a world of suspense and surprise. It begins with a woman named Gertrude, who finds herself in a rather tight spot.As I read on, Gertrude stumbles upon a peculiar fruit known as the "Enchanted Plum." According to the tale, it possesses extraordinary properties, and when consumed, it unleashes a torrent
The moon casts its pale glow upon the deserted streets of the city, as Bree and I dart between shadows like mischievous sprites. In this exhilarating game of cat and mouse, each move sends a ripple of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The constant threat of getting caught hovers menacingly overhead, much like an ominous storm cloud that's poised to unleash its unbridled fury. But hey, who needs an umbrella when you have wit, agility, and a touch of sheer audacity?We navigate through narrow alleyways, tip toeing on the edge of danger, always one step ahead of the patrolling guards. Like a well-rehearsed dance, we synchronize our movements, seamlessly blending into the darkness. Shadows become our allies, concealing our presence as we inch closer to our destination: Avery’s mansion, where lives the conspiring lord who might be holding the key to unlocking the secrets at the palace and of the upcoming royal wedding.As we creep down an alleway and peek around the corner, we sudden
As she nears my location, I swiftly emerge from the sanctuary provided by the intricately carved marble pillar I've been concealed behind. With a sense of urgency, I hold up a hand, fingers splayed, to halt her advance. "Bree, hold on a moment," I say, my voice firm yet tinged with a hint of frustration.“Okay, but lower your voice. We don’t want to alert other possible guards of our presence.” She looks at me, her eyes wide with surprise, the moonlight dancing across her face. "What's wrong, David?"I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and then continue in a hush tone. "I appreciate your quick thinking and your ability to handle any situation, but I need you to understand that resorting to such… means… isn't necessary. Next time let's find ways to work together without compromising our values."“Values?” She chuckles, her hand waving dismissively in the air. “I don't know what you're talking about.”“You let that guard touch these.” Without thinking, I grab both her tits and
The moon hung high in the starlit sky, casting an ethereal glow over Lord Avery's sprawling mansion. Bree and I, like phantoms in the night, make our way through the shadows, our steps silent as we approach our target. With practiced ease, Bree leads the way, her nimble fingers expertly picking the lock to gain entry into the mansion. I stand guard, my senses alert for any sign of disturbance. The door creaks open, granting us passage into the darkened hallway. We creep into the corridor and then glide through the mansion's grand halls, careful not to disturb the tranquility that permeates the surroundings. The soft glow of a few candles hung on the walls in strategic locations illuminates our path, guiding us deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. Finally, we arrive at Lord Avery's study— the place where I met him. There, amidst the vast collection of books and wine, we find Lord Avery himself, his demeanor guarded and inscrutable."Lord Avery," I greet him as I push into the roo
“I followed her here! I know she is here! Why the fuck are you lying to my face?” A woman’s voice booms in George’s shop lounge. “Do you have a death wish or something?”In the back room, Bree, Sasha, Naomi, and I stare at each other in silence. Even though I strain to hear, the deep, bass notes of George's voice fail to penetrate the door, drowned out by the high-pitched shrillness of the woman's boisterous rant.Frozen like statues, we wait for her to leave. But instead, her voice gets louder. “Fucking shit! I need to see her! Is that so hard for you to understand, you idiot?”The widow steps closer and taps my shoulder. “David, I think I recognize that voice. It sounds familiar.”Bree draws closer, her voice laced with caution. "Do you know who she is, Naomi?"The widow's gaze turns distant. "There was a time when I encountered a girl with a voice as fiery as the sun. She went by the name of Alex. But I haven’t seen her since way before I married."To further solidify the certaint