dark souls quelana

This bounty hunter had spent years doing his job, hunting down criminals like they were beasts and putting his life on the line time and time again, bereft of fear. He had heard plenty of threats before, plenty of warnings about what would happen if he continued his endeavors, and shrugged them off. That said, the man before him was projecting so much hatred, so much sadistic killing intent, that he felt a chill crawl up his spine, a chill he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced before. It didn’t matter if the man before him was his target or not. He promptly turned and left, wanting to get as far away from the Knight’s Sheath and this rapacious lunatic as possible. Once he was gone, everyone in the bar applauded Noah’s performance, and he turned and bowed.

“Too late….UnhhhhAhhh…” Semen spurted from my cock, the first few shots clearing Mrs. B. almost entirely, landing on some papers on the far side of her desk. Smaller droplets peppered her hair. Once the strong spurts were spent, my cock deposited a sizable puddle of jizz on her back. It settled in the small of her back in the indentation of her spine.

“Are you naked, Jim?” she asked playfully. At this point, another student pushed Mrs. B into the closet and closed the door locking us in. Mrs. B stumbled into my arms. Outside the students were hooting, laughing and pounding their desks. Mrs. B looked up at me. Rather than stepping back, she pulled me closer. We looked at each other a little awkwardly. My dick strained against my underwear.“Uh, yeah…um…” I tried to say something. Nothing came out.