Invisible hands slid up my flesh. Milf sex “I guess,” Sophia shrugged. I shook my head. The stains of travel vanished from her clothing and she gave a self-satisfied nod. Her hips thrust forward. The pleasure swelled through me. They could manifest in dozens of different ways, some harmful, some helpful, and some just mischievous. Faoril slept beside me, her back to me. Her words were slightly offset. “Let’s drive out that horrible spirit.”
The girl’s hips still bucked, the spirit fucking his spectral cock into the air. I dreamed. Maybe I’ll be awake when it shrinks.”
“Fine,” Xera sighed and closed her eyes. I gasped into her kiss, my pussy clenching at the pain rushing through me. They squeezed my heavy breasts. Hot flutters of pleasure washed through me. Humans were such a confounding species. Even though my robes were spotless—a quick prayer to Saphique every morning ensured they were pure white again—and my traveling cloak was freshened, I felt dipped in mud.
