Mature Woman In Her 50s Succumbs To Temptation

Over a month ago, Faoril had hated both riding and Buttercup, but now the mage sat a horse as well as Angela, Sophia, and Chaun. “There are no more traps in this room, Xera?”
“None.”
Thrak tied the rope to a stone pillar, uncoiled it to the hole, and threw it down. We shall open the gate for you.” Azken shook his head. She leaned in and sucked the tip, her tongue playing with my piercing. “Or how about these? She seized them and pinched. She was slim and beautiful, her breasts as large as Angela’s. She shuddered as my dick sank an inch into her tight, hot cunt. “Do you want me to kiss it better.”
“Yes,” she nodded. Faoril herself gave a self-satisfied nod and turned around. “Yeah, it has to be in the basement,” I agreed. The changeling had not flinched yet. It came from the right of the stairs. Then she grunted and rolled onto her back.