<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/9b/88/b79b881e3957f8dd1e6df9101dd9a553.jpg)</div>With Norg now fully failing in any way to have her back, Walfaerd takes a moment to calm her nerves, a look of resigned stillness on her face for a moment before she turns her eyes back up to Deisres,<strong> "We've been very cooperative,"</strong>she says in a calm voice,<strong>"And honestly, we've told you all-" </strong>As Deisres slides down onto her face, her eye widens and she cuts herself off. For a moment, she stays glaring up at the bottom of Deisres's tits, her arms down to prevent anyone from thinking she's making a move.<br/><br/>After a moment, her cheek twitches slightly and she smiles against the tight pants before beginning to work her mouth against Deisres's crotch. Using her tongue and lower lip, she begins to press and tease, rubbing against the demon's pussy. One of her hands stays down to keep herself balanced while the other strokes up the back of Deisres's thigh to grab firmly onto her ass, a squeeze that is flirtatious in it's roughness as she looks up with a confident smirk on her face. When Deisres pulls back, she'll see Walfaerd's tongue out, licking one last time before she rests her body back against the demon's foot.<br/><br/><strong>"I've got a boss and I've got bills. One pays the other. If you'd like to pick it up, then I'm your girl," </strong>she responds with a little pursing of her lips,<strong>"But I can't work for anyone who don't hear and listen to what I'm saying. We sold an old spell rug and are here to get paid. Only thing special about that bit of fabric is a pretty design and years of being stepped on by the Silverwing family. And us." </strong>For all her big talk though, she hasn't let go of the demon's ass.