<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/80/0d/05800da63394cebd024020d687bbe7cf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>Faru hand caressed over her body to settle upon the curve and flare of her buttocks.  Her eyes dart towards the direction of the stables that house the great warhorse Azzam.  Her lover sits up at the same time.   His cock moves in her hand,  again throbbing with heighten arousal.  As his blood pumps through it.   His words give license to forego common sense.   Or more to not deny desires.    With a zeal her mouth descends around his cock again and once again she is sucking him off.   She is far from perfect.  Her fingertips are callous from her being an archer.   Her teeth, the upper ones, scrap along his cock.   Yet her mouth is heaven,  and his cock fits in perfectly.  There are no words now that will stop it.  Only forcefully physically would it be ended, other than her tasting him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>