dungeon meshi thistle

That same night, Sarah was up again at midnight, like clockwork now. Like a swimmer improving on their time, it took her less than two minutes before she was suckling on her father’s dick like a pacifier. This night she was not as desperate as the last few and takes her time. Sprawled out lazily across her father’s legs, knowing that it won’t cause him any distress, her cheek rests on his waist while she has tilted his cock to the side and slipped it into her mouth. Sarah sucks on his cock long and slow, savouring the smell and taste as much as she can, and it is almost an hour until his penis finally gives in and spurts his load into her mouth.

“Good girl, sissy! I knew you had it in you! And now, you're about to really have it in you!” She laughed at her own joke, and started to push. True to her word, at least she went slow. I gasped and moaned, feeling the huge, hot weight of her gradually stretching me open, relentlessly forcing her way inside. She grabbed hold of me, one arm wrapping tightly around my leg, her other reaching around to grasp my dick. She wasn't stroking me anymore, not intentionally, but as she began slowly thrusting in and out of my ass, working her way deeper, the effect was the same. It took her maybe five minutes or so to finish getting all the way in, pressing hard against my ass, grinding to make sure I was feeling every last inch she had to give.

He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.