Naughty young girl craving pleasure

She’s fearless and intelligent. Blacked “But I’m supposed to be massaging you.”
Faoril grinned, her short hair framing her face made her seem so cute and innocent instead of the cold, rational mage. Her head tossed back as the pleasure spilled through her. I leaned down, my green hair cascading down to her thighs as I dipped my face between her cheeks. After two miles, I pulled the amulets out of my pussy. “Speak, before your words give more offense.”
Bruk spat. “No. My long, pointed ears twitched as I inhaled the delicious musk. If I was capable of emotions, I imagine I would feel indignation at her tone, maybe even anger. She was a fighter, a warrior in female form. Her hips bucked on the bed. It was so delicious. The last year was a fog. I rolled Faoril onto her back. She pulled small artifacts out of her pocket: crystals, chalks, inks, and quills. I love it. “I can smell her excitement.”
“Simulacrum are always excited,” the mage continued. She let out a frustrated moan as I worked down her left thigh, moving farther and farther away from her pussy. We have a long journey ahead.”
I looked to the north. I love it!”
Serisia slammed down my body. How could I ever love her as much as Serisia? “Pater save me! Did that make her real? She must know something. I loved cumming with a cock. “But…but…”
“I know,” I told her. “Why would he want to kill me?” Angela growled again. “Massage my pussy.”
I smiled at her.