fisticuff

He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.

“But though we’ve gone to war with the church, I am still a devout believer in Lumendori. I told Cyrilo that by helping her, I was dirtying my soul in the eyes of God, and that’s how I truly feel. Ever since that night, I’ve been unable to pray, and I feel so alone. I’m left wondering by what right I have to ask Lumendori for protection or forgiveness, having involved myself in the purest evil. Have I turned my back on God, or has God turned his back on me?”

My cock is just under 7” but pretty thick, with a slight upward bend. Still watching my face, Mrs. B. cupped my balls in her hand and wrapped her lips around my trembling dick. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she rubbed her tongue along the base of the head. I’d like to say at this point I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth for half an hour, but I was a horny kid. When her tongue touched the base of my cock, a thick stream of semen jetted into her mouth. I heard her swallow my cum, and I learned that a woman swallowing my load is about the sexiest sound around. Mrs. B. gulped down the next stream and the next as my youthful balls filled her mouth over and over.