fang dangle

Roc had the advantage of experience against this style, but his missing arm proved a debilitating handicap. In one regard, it made dodging easier, as he had less mass to move out of the way of Ingram’s attacks, and he couldn’t be slowed down with painful flesh wounds to the missing limb, but it also left his offense and defense on his right side almost nonexistent. Depending on who he was fighting and what type of combatant they were, the severity of such a handicap was variable, but against such a similar warrior, his disadvantage was increasingly evident with each passing second. Back and forth, over and over, they hurled attacks at each other and then pulled back, using their wings to move in and out of each other’s reach.

“Oh, give it to me, Daddy!” I whimpered, lifting my knees and resting them on her thighs, opening myself up so she could see better. “Give me your cum! I want it so bad, Daddy! I want to feel it filling me up! Oh, please, Daddy! Give me your cum!”

With that checked of her Todo list, Sarah moved down past his penis to the low hanging fruit of his testicles. Hanging there so delicately, his balls were hard to ignore. She leaned in and gave them a smell too. The smell had the same level of intensity, but with a tang of salt, just as amazing but slightly different in its own way. She stayed here a good few minutes, sniffing in hard and breathing out a sigh of delight. Though that wasn’t all that she had planned.