vore and oral sex<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">With his tongue working over Oblatione's most intimate areas, both pussy and anus being licked, prodded and pleased. Xarces moaning out softly to the attention to his own nethers, her sister sending shock waves of vibration along the length of his tongue, causing his hot breathe to spill out and settle upon the petals of Oblatione's flower. A smile curls the edges of his lips, as he hears her refer to him as a good boy. Pleased in the pleasure he was giving her, the enjoyment that all three where sharing together. <br/><br/>Xarces himself was relishing the moment, the flavor of the woman held halfway down his throat. Eager laps against the inner walls of her love tunnel, send surge after flavor filled surge of delectable deliciousness to each and every taste bud. Her taste causing his belly to rumble, his mouth to salivate, and his throat to quiver and ripple along the length of her delicate legs. Unable to speak as he attends to her burning need, Xarces would have to let his eyes and actions speak for him. Looking up past her breasts, into her eyes with hungry determination, the bard renews his efforts to please her. Pumping his tongue in fast swirling strokes within her cunny, his hands outstretched kneading, rubbing, and caressing her breasts. Xarces hums happily all the while, adding a layer of sonic stimulation atop the tactile efforts that his skilled tongue was employing. <br/><br/>All the while as he works the bard slowly rocks his hips against the licking of Oblatwo's tongue, letting her know she had not been forgotten, that she was doing a good job, as his member throbs ever harder under her ministrations. The wet heat of her mouth against his length, the smooth silky caress of her hair against his balls, helped to stimulate him further, to drive him to  lick more vigorously upon the pussy of her very own sister. The length of his tongue ever in motion, wiggling, licking, vibrating, and plunging in and out of that carnal corridor. Working to increase her stimulation, to bring his meal to a climatic orgasm. One final service before packing her away and digested within his awaiting stomach. Just as he would the beat of a song, Xarces monitors the rhythm of her heart, the visceral performance of this woman's pleasure, her body the orchestra and he the conductor. Feeling her excitement increasing, growing, swelling, and pulsating before him, he skillfully adjusting his motion, his pitch and rhythme, speed and strength, working to tend to and adjust to each and every need. Xarces licks hard and fast, only to taper off to a slow and steady pace, allowing her excitement to swell and fall, swelling the climax to come with even more energy. Before he inevitably takes he to the limit, to the point where it seemed at any moment she could be pushed over the edge, granted sweet relief of the pressure surging through her body, burning in her loins. Just as that moment comes, he opens his lips wide, and swallow's hard. Pulling her plentifully pleased cunny down into his throat. Her ass being squeezed into the tight slick embrace of his esophagus. His throat rippling hard against her clit, rolling in wavelike motions along the length of her slit. Xarces holding her in place just below the rib cage, swallowing hard to enable his throat to finish her off. The tight embrace muscle leaving no inch of her body untouched as it works to bring her deeper into his body. Xarces would hold her like this until she came, until she released, allowing her own fluids to coat the walls of his throat, to be squeezed down and over her nethers and legs, providing additional lubrication to see that she was soon tucked away comfortably in his hungry stomach.</div></div></div>