<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/2f/bc/a82fbc308d9ecdd4e46968808cfe4ec3.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 fingers tease over Tamaa swollen nether lips.   Slick now with her wetness,  a wet sheen glistens.  A soft moan escapes her.  Followed by another when his cock's head teases the folds of her sex and parts her for entry.  A squeal of delight arrays out when his cock is buried to the hilt.   At the same time pulling back on her upper torso to enhance the penetration.<br/><br/>His hands brush aside her long hair to the side.  His gaze peers down upon her.   His cock throbs within her.   Tamaa lifts her head and looks back and up at him.   Her eyes glassy with being caught in the heat of the moment.   Lust fills them, and Faru's desire comes true.<br/><br/><br/>"It feels so good, love.  I am not fragile you can pound hard love.  I beg you to, let me feel your strength and vigor." Twice she called him her love.  The word popped out without thought.   Coming deep from within her subconscious.   Her hips rolled now gyrating back working in perfect harmony with now his own hips rocking back and forth driving hard into her depths.    More moans and squeals of heated lustful delight come escaping from her.<br/><br/>The axis of her world has changed.   She would not realize it fully at that moment.  As she is ready to explode with another orgasm.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>