* "Milf Material Milk":+73,860 Proficiency *
{Not bad at all…}
Convulsing uncontrollably, Instructor Londra can't help but cry in ecstasy, overwhelmed, abused and employed as a tool for the sexual gratification of the two towering Cadets that have plenty of libidinous machinations in storage for her.
Aware of his location, Khallyon gestures the Gorgeous Giantess to bring a certain object from the Shard Dresser.
The Tribal Damsel complies and within seconds, she returns from her quick task.
Meanwhile, the Rogue Cadet untied the Mature Tanned Woman's wrists from her own hair being used as a restraint.
"My Cute Little Lamb, Are you eady for what is coming next?".
Instructor Londra turns her sight upwards, her open mouthed face says it all, as she is stupefied, not believing the words of the oppressive Young Man that has ensnared her in a net of pleasure.
"You don't think we are done?, Or you do My Cute Little Lamb?, Because I am still not satisfied".