<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Last post generated: 2 PP for Salandria, 1 PP for Cameron.<br/>Cameron's stamina remaining: 1 post.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Salandria bounced up and down Cameron's cock without a care in the world, finally finding somebody who brought her close to the edge. Deep inside, she hoped he could take her over the brink and give her the release she craved. She gave a brief pause as he spoke to her, in a different language. A moment's break was all it took for the words to make sense in her head. She possessed a gift of tongues; she could speak languages she had never heard, just as fluently as the next. A smile crossed her face as she remembered something rare: a memory. The surprised look on a brute of an orc, as the sweet thalassian-speaking blood elf replied to him in his native orcish. <br/><br/>"Tu pourras faire tout ce que tu veux.." Salandria murmured, the words flowing freely on their own. It was still a strange feeling, to speak in one language but to have your mouth move in such foreign ways. A definite blush had crept up and spread over her cheeks, especially at being addressed as Mistress. Almost immediately, she felt something she hadn't felt in forever. Cameron's fat cock pushed, briefly at first, at the tightness of her ass before pushing all the way inside. Salandria's mouth opened in a mixture of surprise and pain, but the sounds that escaped were those of pure ecstasy. As her tight anal tunnel was invaded, the elf could take no more. She bit her lips as a back-breaking climax wracked her body, her ass gripping Cameron's cock so tightly he couldn't have pulled out if he wanted to. Salandria's body quivered and trembled even as her peak subsided, leaving her panting and gasping for air.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">This post generated: 2 PP for Salandria, 1 PP for Cameron.<br/>Totals: Salandria: 16/15, Cameron: 10/15.</span>