Crimzon’s orgasms came hard and fast, each one making Tyrande slightly bulge before they erupted out around them. Crimzon had a deep blush and was drooling as she watched her mate, little more than moaning and cumming at the sight of the priestess riding her.<span style="color: #660000"> “You feel so good… I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. You’re… you’re so fucking sexy, Tyrande.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">“I feel amazing with the way you’re staring at me.” </span>She grinned and looked at the collar.<span style="color: #b30000">“I won’t know if it looks good until you put it on me. Let your body tell me if it’s a good look for me or not.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">“Because we should set good examples for our children, I want them to grow up being better than just two simple soldiers. I want to be able to teach them about more refined things.”</span>Syrenka hissed when she was moved and grabbed for her father’s tendril.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “Why wouldn’t he be venomous, aren’t all make Naga like that? And two years to make an antidote is a scary thought, especially when it’s my nipple he chews on. I mean, I would be happy if he’s not venomous but I don’t know how good or bad that would be for him and his well-being in the future.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>