<span style="color: red">"The lumps'll be gone by morning, I've slammed my head into a enough headboards on accident to know from experience. It takes a lot to hurt me so you don't need to worry about it. Hey, I only passed out once, I'm sure I'll be just fine now not that I really planned on sleeping to begin with." </span>She gave Morah an innocent smile and lead her inside.<span style="color: red">"We still have a bit of time before the show, why don't you get comfortable. Would you like a drink?"</span><br/><br/>The rougher Whisperia treated Nyaka the tighter she was squeezed and the louder the smaller Elf moaned.<span style="color: darkorange">"You don't... own me yet... you haven't even left a mark." </span>Despite her defiance she screamed out in orgasm on command, her body locking up and coating the already soaked insides of her thighs in another fresh layer of nectar.<span style="color: darkorange">"Yes... give me all your seed, I'll give you all the children you could ever want."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>