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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Sounds of slurping increased steadily increased with time as the escort got bolder and vigorous with devouring every drop of her blue milkers, taking in a surprising good amount of her tit into her warm mouth as she drank and teased the nipple ravenously for more. In between all the suckling she'd start to tease with gentle nibbles and bites as well on her nipple.<br/>
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As the troll's hands wound up below her own hips she'd find herself skin smooth as glass nearly, soft and squishy curves as well even for a slender lady elf like her, there was plenty to fondle and explore. Xarin would wiggle her rear slowly and rub against Zakizi's thighs as if inviting her to indulge herself too. Quietly snickering in a playful tone while her mouth was full of one single breast and.<br/>
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Meanwhile her left hand would keep digging into her other breast after freeing it from the troll's dress, while the other free hand would simply caress the right side of her curves for now.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>Arching her back, the troll would push her bust further forwards, generous milky flesh squashing around the nursing elf's cheeks with a maternal warmth, the milk seeming to steadily refilling the more that was taken. The voodoo pendant glowed and pulsed as it kept on working, doing its best to keep up with the thirsty escort. Zakizi groaned as her hands began to roam, squeezing Xarin's curves and irresistibly smooth rear, intent on finding a way to quest even deeper between those smooth thighs.</i><br/><br/><i>Nibbled, teased and bitten, the troll's milk-stuffed melons kept giving more and more, one ballooning ravenous cheeks, the other spurting in waves to puddle between the pair's laps.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Seems like fine, tirin' work ya do."</span><i>Zakizi would start to feel her stool moisten from her own juices starting to flow from the budding arousal.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Might try it myself, should ya ever be up for teachin' ya trade...got ways o' payin'."</span><i>She'd emphasize the hint, nodding down towards her bust, or necklace. </i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"...if ya catch mah meanin".</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>