In the nest of love, kisses rained left and right, but the panorama had gone exactly how Valentine expected it to go.
After what he presumed was a week, a crowd of maidens hummed happily, snoring against the soft pillows he created for them.
This mansion of love and debauchery couldn't be any more 'filled'.
The marathon had left him spent even as a graceful blazing silhouette jumped on his crotch with insistence, beside him another lady with crimson hair awaited her turn by devouring his lips, she lifted her tights on his chest, if one looked at her bottom, two streaks of golden liquid were visible, coming out both of her sacred places.
Vera had enjoyed it more than she could have ever hoped, Rose retreated, sated and joyfully, leaving full control on her to carry on her marital responsibilities.
Meanwhile, Fayette felt much the same, she had a slow rhythm, but his member went as deep in her back as it could get.
