“Oh,” crooned the blonde slyly at his side, “Husband and Elder Wife are soooo kind to little Pon…" She smiled, completely unconcerned, as the slender fingers which had clutched so encouragingly at the spasming bag of his c*m now massaged nimbly at his balls to wring the last clingy drizzles of fluid from every tiny passageway.
Kalesh wriggled with the joy of it, but she seemed to treat this intimacy as casually as another wife might attend to her weaving or the making of pots. Mm, this little wench would be good to have around, he told himself sleepily, for she had many uses… very special ones. Something about her tone now, however, the way it edged almost into faint mockery, made him purse his lips judiciously. Eyes narrowing, he raised himself up on his elbows, and with his tiny wet p**
