Feractian’s barons were all men in their twenties and thirties, fair of features as all high-elves were, their blonde hair and pale skin yet unmarred by age, their cheeks and jaws void of whiskers, giving them nearly an androgynous appeal. Indianporn So full of man. I did up my white hair in woven gold yarn, applied dark red lipstick and blue liner with a smattering of gilded glitter, and just a touch of blush to my freckled cheeks. I adjusted myself atop my throne, precariously striding the brink of self-control, the imminence of orgasm always threatening me in such a violated state. “Lord Yenciata,” I said, turning around, “I do—”
“You’re supposed to call me ‘Master,’ whore.” Yenciata said threateningly. I groaned with them, my thighs opening into a wide quivering squat to accommodate Julian. I screamed around his muffling hand, my eyes bulging.
