just as silently, the queen rose from her seat and knelt before the lord. Then she dutifully dived under his belly and the werewolf, who was sitting opposite, for quite a long time saw only her elastic ass, covered with a dress and protruding from under the belly of the demon, who was increasingly blurred in a contented smile. The monotonous tapping of the wheels of the carriage was disturbed only by smacking-sucking sounds. Then the woman's ass twitched, echoing the jolts of the reproductive organ, fucking her throat. Then a natural ending came, after which the mistress of the seas paused for a short while below, and then still got out from under the belly - her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed and drenched with tears of humiliation, smeared with saliva and everything that could be smeared there - the mark before just affectionately pink, began to wore. The queen straightened her veil, hurrying to hide her stigma from the eyes of the werewolf, who had been closely watching her. She sat in her seat and turned away through the window, without saying a word.

It took quite a bit of time before the woman shuddered, feeling a freak on her leg. He first idly stroked his knee, then, after washing the dress between the pliable legs, he stroked the inside of his thighs. Against her will, the queen took off her veil and looked at the werewolf when the hands of her torturer began to rudely crush the delicate sex lips, very sensitive after yesterday, through the fabric. Deciding to fuss again, Jabo lifted his skirt up, presenting to his attendant the absence of panties on Kassandra. Then he launched his paw under his belly and obviously began to masturbate, and the mistress of the seas began to masturbate, trying to take aside even his eyes. This went on for quite a long time and the demon invariably helped the woman with her free paw - she was not going to be excited, but the bastard skillfully wielded both her hands and her own ... Soon the queen already fucked herself with her fingers in the vagina surrounded by red petals in the presence of two men and often breathed, trying not to get off on groans and reddening because of the squishing sounds growing louder and swollen nipples of the breasts, which she had long shamelessly played at the sight of a stranger to her.

Realizing that the woman was fully prepared for intercourse, the demon struggled to lie down in his place and, after incredible efforts, he was still able to curl up so that his “flower” would look up. All this time, the queen was forced to stand, holding onto the wall of the carriage and balancing on half-bent legs, she continued to keep herself in an excited state, fucking her pussy with her fingers. The mistress of the seas felt just awful, in the presence of a clearly not showing interest to her werewolf, who sat motionless in front of her, without stirring, while she had to try not to disturb him - not to fall on his knees because of shaking and not splashing with her secretions. Cassandra stood at arm's length from the man and crouched, sat down on her fingers wet with grease, and slowly rose from them.When her partner, drenched in mucus and then finally settled down, the woman almost gladly accepted the mental order to go to him and first climbed over the oily carcass, and then, famously stretching her leg over the base of the tail and sitting down among the “clutch”, took the stretched like a snake from the "flower" process in the palm of your hand. The mistress of the seas continued to rub the clitoris with one hand, holding the master in another member. Then she bent, obeying his will, took the head in her mouth, trying to look the demon in the eyes, wetted abundantly with the tops of the phallus and as if the rider stood up, placing her womb above the "flower". The demon's genital organ, like a blind snake or a sensitive snail tendril stretching in the middle of nowhere into space and guided by the queen's hand, slowly approached her pussy. So he timidly touched the woman’s already wet from the sap of the inner thigh, crawled up on him, realizing that he was on the right path ... A thin worm, slipping into Cassandra’s hand, finally buried his lips open and ready to take his lips ... Then he suddenly sharply pierced the entrance to the holy of holies and crawled vigorously inward, swelling before our eyes. The member squirmed and deepened, slipping into the palm of the mistress of the seas, looking at this action, filling her from within. She only helplessly contemplated how the genital organ of the demon pushed through her womb, pushing, pulling on her sex lips. The queen caressed the clitoris, slightly rising and groaning when the invader was too pushy.

By the will of the demon, she began to rub the pea even harder, twisting her chest with her second hand, instinctively she lifted slightly, feeling the phallus close to the target, but then, obeying the demon's will, the queen began to sink, wagging her hips, thereby helping the process to twist deeper . So she sat down and the fleshy petals of the "flower", burning her with their heat, began to converge. She had to remove her hand and allow one petal to cover the clitoris, pouring warmth on it, fixing the victim in a “working” position.

Now the Queen completely took in a considerable unit of Mr. Jabo and began to twitch slightly, shaken by his shocks inside her. She frantically caressed her chest and soon laid it on the slimy belly of her tormentor. Catching the mucus from her tight belly, she slid over her breasts, making it nice for the rapist who felt her hard and bristling nipples.

It could not continue for a long time, and soon, against her will, Cassandra arched in the back and rested her head on the tip of the demon's tail, pulling out cries of pleasure from her depths. On her flat tummy one could easily notice a periodically protruding tubercle, boring her penis. She moaned, shaken by powerful shocks and trying to reach the clitoris, but tickling the petal that covered him, thereby stimulating her partner, who, without hesitation, growled and began to pour out the contents of the testes directly into the queen's uterus, filling it to the brim.

After some time, the woman fell away like an overripe fruit from a tree and collapsed on the floor of the carriage, splashing out a pool of whitish liquid from its inside. The flower closed and the demon barely settled into place.

Not immediately, but once again crushed by the queen, she still stood up on bending legs, hid her breasts in a dress, and pulled down her skirt. She wanted to sit down, but between her legs was smeared. Then the werewolf finally showed signs of life - he tore a piece of cloth from his cloak and handed it to the woman.

She wanted to say thank you, accepting the gift, but could not, but he only said:

- Shut the hole, and then everything is poured. There is nothing to waste the fruits of your master's works.

Deeply reddening and echoing the master’s decree, the queen crumpled the fabric, pushed herself into the crotch, blocking the exit of the seed, and sat down in her seat.

Soon there was a stop, during which the mistress of the seas was allowed to freshen up in the river with her master. Going over to the couple to report that the new carriage had been filed, the werewolf found the queen naked, standing on all fours and facing down into the “flower”. This time Jabo did not pour into her mouth and confined himself only to caressing her from the side of the concubine - Cassandra unfolded and a long spike slipped from her throat. But when everyone sat down again, the demon took his new slave around the waist and pulled her ass under his belly, groaning, tearing up her dress. The woman rested her hands on her knees on the still not taking the initiative werewolf and at first frowned a little, feeling the fleshy petals stuck to her, and then she clung tightly to the man's pants in front - the demon invaded her ass.

And this was not a short journey at all - they drove for three days and Mr. Jabo fucked the woman at least five times a day right in the carriage and spent the whole night with her.