<span style="color: red">"You should put your breasts on my face instead, it'll either suffocate me or put me in the mood to play." </span>She sat down beside Morah and pulled a glass from the bottom of the table.<span style="color: red">"You being drunk would be very entertaining, especially if you were a horny drunk. But I'm sure you'd like your first time to be a little more special, and you'd probably like to remember it. I really think you're worrying too much though, I'm not going to die in my sleep or anything, us Draenei are sturdier than that."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"A balloon? I don't stretch nearly that much... I just wanted to keep a little in me since it's so warm and most of it will end up... on the bed. You're impressing a woman who doesn't remember the last time... she was fucked, don't let it get to your head."</span>She laughed softly and let Whisperia move her without complaint, but a soft whine escaped her as almost all of the cum she had been filled with flowed down her thighs.<span style="color: darkorange">"Mmm, don't threaten me with a good time..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>