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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Xarin's hips never ceased to rock back and forth in rythm with her mistress's invading fingers filling her up, the smell of milk and their juices mixed together drove her even closer to losing it. The addition of her aching member didn't make the situation better, but in every good way. Something primal was stirring in her, eyes glowed with a dark purple sheen as her lips curled into a near-insane smile while staring deeply into her eyes with a clear look that said <i>"I want you" </i><br/>
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With a snap of her fingers they are suddenly on a nearby sofa, Xarin now stradling on top of Zakizi who was laying down now. A playful giggle rose from her as she'd lean down to caress her face. "Get ready then.. I want something more past this valley.. Give me a good squeeze with those heavenly knockers of yours.." She'd pant under her breath and begin to thrust her hot length back and forth, pressing Zakizi's bosom together while twisting and pinching her nipples roughly as she kneaded and thrust towards her lover's mouth. The soft flesh hugging her shaft was maddeningly good, moaning with each shove. But she needed more.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>The scent of her elven lover's enthusiasm began to have an effect on the troll, a bit more than she'd anticipate. Her nipples would stiffen and engorge as their flow of lactic gold doubled in volume, her skin flushed a bold magenta against her usual blue tone. Matching their gaze, she'd chew her lower lip a little more as their newly grown cock threaded between her bosom, the warm twitching length feeling right at home between her milk-tanks.<br/>
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In a blink of magic, Zakizi would feel a little dazed, before coming back to her arousal and senses. She found her position had reclined down upon a sofa, not too far from the bar; a lounge area with worn furnishings yet wasn't uncomfortable. Peering up at the elf, maddened with a lust and need to sate it upon her own exotic curves, she felt her grope and squeeze around her filled breasts, fountaining milk to splash over the pair. The warmth of her length returned with a vengeance, threading and squeezing between her cleavage. Watching it in awe at this renewed vigour Xarin was displaying, it was almost enough to distract her from the meaty crown smashing into her magical pendant. Every thrust dislodging and cracking the crystal more and more, each disturbance seeming to distort the voodoo. Zakizi was stuck, unsure whether to indulge or warn her lover of the issue; That for every rough knock or dent caused to her trinket, her bust appeared to be swelling larger and larger.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>