Layla Price Masters The Art Of Anal Conversation

With three sets of chains draped over her shoulder and a bucket in one hand she walked back to the open cell, whistling with a sharp note that got the dogs to back off to their spots as she stepped in, eying the sitting Elf over with a smile, “Mm, good girl,” she growled. XXX With a surprised gasp, as her muscles failed to catch her, she fell down into a heap on the ground, landing face down in the thick slick mud, filthy water filling her mouth as she struggled to roll herself onto her back, coughing as she spat out the mud, the taste foul and gritty on her sensitive tongue. You might regret sharing that with me, Shae.” Ru’kash said in a too quiet, too calm voice, before settling down atop Shae. They thought Elves were supposed to be modest,” she said, mocking, “yet here you are, asking them to hurry up and finger your tight Elf ass.”
“W-what!