<span style="color: darkgreen">"Yeah, I'm well versed in that one. Ras is practically skipping down it and I practically wrote the book on it when I was your age."</span>He looked at his wife for a moment then stood up as well.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "She'll be fine on her own. Worst case scenario she wakes up and finds us to yell. Why don't you show me around, I've never been here before."</span><br/><br/>Vyre bit her lip to suppress a moan but her lack of a proper lay was already showing as her grip tightened on the back of Ashia's head.<span style="color: purple"> "Mmm, not quite the worship I was expecting... but I'll take it, you still have a ways to go." </span>As Ashia worked the Elf over she'd vaguely notice a shift in the warrior's weight before she wrapped her legs around the dragon's head and pushed off the log causing them to fall over so she was riding the dragon's mouth. Shortly after the shift in position she came with a shudder but still no moan.<span style="color: purple"> "Mmm, good girl... position to batter my pussy... granted." </span>After grinding her pussy against the dragon's mouth for a few moments she rolled off and moved to bend over the log.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>