Chapter 72: A Taste Of Debauchery. (Part 1)
Khallyon slides his left hand from the golden hair of Naíndra, letting Mätzeniä be in contact with the lustrous and silky mane of the Vixen Bombshell.
The Haughty Lady’s touch is extremely carrying and tender, not precisely what neither of the two Youngsters wants or likes.
"Buxom Bitch, push her down with more strength, Naíndra is not going to break, and messing with her beautiful hair is part of the process"; The Rogue Cadet’s words are heard by Mätzeniä, who is not so sure about stuffing the seemingly small mouth of Naíndra, especially with the girthy spear of flesh that Khallyon has between his legs.
"Indra has quite a lot of your..."; The Haughty Lady thinks on a more adequate way of referring to the genitals of Khallyon, while not being a turn off and simultaneously, trying to maintain a silver of decorum.
"Manhood"; Is the word she could come up with, putting a lustful smile on the two Youngsters, there is a certain appeal of making a Prude to say libidinous phrases.
Which is understandable even for Mätzeniä, as she lacks practice, not knowledge, plus she is intelligent enough to attempt to be a tease on her own, as she has seen Naíndra doing this type of things plenty of times before.
"Is not sufficient for you, Sthallyon?, Indra must have in her mouth at least four fifths of your length".
{I like the New Nickname}
"More is always better Feeble Filly".