If I wasn’t her brother. Indian sex video I burst out into the night, crouching low, my back arching. I grinned at her, pocketing the amulet, hefted my dagger, and winked again. I smelled her tangy musk, the delicious aroma of her forbidden pussy. Happiness tinged her scent, her eyes growing liquid. That roguish smile, his blond spilling about his chiseled face, his blue eyes so deep you could drown in them. Did Sven…? I darted left to close the distance and—
“Las’s putrid cum,” I snarled, throwing myself backward as he recovered. “I have something for you,” Sven said, pulling out the amulet my former owner had dug up outside the village where he found the slaves. Where would I go? Zizthithana would be so wroth when she learned Warleader Therek was dead, his slaves freed, and the gift he was so eager to present to her around the neck of another. “Oh, yes, Master! My concealment didn’t matter in such tight confines. Some even learned dread arts, magics that manipulated shadows. My sister’s magic concealed me as I moved. I breathed it in, savoring it. Her tongue rasped over my clit, sending buzzing rapture through me while her sweet pussy cream and my brother’s salty cum trickled into my mouth.
