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Her mouth never left her father’s cock, the tongue stuck to it as if glued by his precum. Sarah’s tongue pressed hard against his cock, even more precum pooling against it. She folded it up and scooped all her daddy’s pre with it and brought it into her mouth. She let it coat her tongue, appreciating the flavour and then leaned forward so it would all gather in one place again, before titling her head back to swallow.

The next morning, Valia stood in the garden behind her home, overgrown after a year of neglect, but still beautiful. She held her sword out in front of her, breathing deeply. Step by step, she underwent the Dance of the Ivunara, an elvish custom performed before battle, as well as for exercise. It was a war dance to ease the body’s mana flow and loosen the muscles. Each day was easier, and she felt like she almost back to her old self.

“Here. Like that. You’ll make me cum.” She withdrew her hand and began to paw at my belt buckle. She opened my pants roughly and plunged her hands through the waistband of my underwear, grasping my ball sack with one hand, wrapping the fingers of her other hand around my shaft, stroking me hard. If I hadn’t already jacked off twice that day, I would have cum right there. Mrs. B. was staring me in the face, looking stern, but her face was reddening and her breathing more rapid with her oncoming orgasm.