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Eilwy the Enchantress | bluebeak | 5

 

The troll began slowly pumping her, grinning and enjoying itself.

"Get off me!" Eilwy wailed, tears of frustratiotn welling up in her eyes as she beat helplessly on the troll's massive back with her fists. The huge cock sliding slowly and purposefully in and out of her wet pussy was driving her wild with a strange mix of shame, disgust and excitement.

"Tight girly," Gorge grunted with satisfaction. He was in no rush to finish with the beautiful human witch and was enjoying her struggles and the feel of her pussy clenching helplessly around his slowly thrusting member. He intended to take his time with the witch, nice and slow, squeezing her, before finally pounding her into the forest dirt and leaving her soiled and ashamed.

Flecks of troll spittle dripped onto Eilwy's face. She squeezed her eyes shut. The weight of the troll pressing down on her was oppressive, making it hard to breathe, and the rank smell made her gag.

 

what next for the defeated enchantress?


          a mischievous audience...

 
 
 

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