It’s going to take weeks to get my legs properly clean again!” Having finished the small tirade to herself, Elunaraa futilely shook her leg and took another step “Well, If I’m going to anal do this, may as well get straight into it.” Elunaraa bent over, feeling her shorts tighten around her ass before adjusting them with the tip of her tail. She began brushing aside lichen as she spotted the unmistakable purple hue of a Dreamfoil blossom, expertly plucking the blossoms, she left the stem to regrow for the future. The Dreamfoil went into her herbalists pouch as she stood again, shaking her hands clear of the mud that they’d quickly picked up. Elunaraa strode onwards, her worries regarding the cleanliness of her lower legs washing away as she spotted more and more herbs, moving with a small bounce in her step as she moved between them. It didn’t take Elunaraa long before she had filled BDSM her small herbalists satchel and was beginning to squeeze herbs in to her backpack. Wiping the back of one Hardcore arm across her forehead Elunaraa placed her pack down, quickly wiping the worst of the mud off of her hands on a nearby leaf and retrieving the lunch that she’d wrapped in some oiled paper. Elunaraa washed down the flatbread with a long swig of her japanese water, balling up the oiled paper and placing it back into her pach to be used later. She squinted as she caught a glimpse of a hunched figure through the tall mushroom trees of the marsh. Taking a moment to rub at her eyes she looked again, seeing only a gnarled old log where she had convinced herself of another marsh denizen. Elunaraa smiled to herself and finished packing up her lunch, “You’ve been alone for all of half a day Elunaraa and you’re already going crazy and seeing things.” She started as her small comment was replied to, “Girl not alone. I watch girl.” Elunaraa whipped around, watching as a Broken stepped from around a nearby mushroom tree. She’d seen many of them around Shattrath but had always stayed away, and even those ones looked as if they had the trappings of civilisation about them. The Broken that stood before her was enormous, as tall and as wide about the shoulders as a noble male Draenei of her kind, but instead of the noble and handsome visage of a Draenei, this creature was malformed and twisted. As if some cruel God had reached down and corrupted all that was good about her people. The Broken was clothed only in a dirty loincloth covering its groin and was holding a long spear of basic wood. Elunaraa took a moment before replying, internally wincing at the lance of fear that stabbed through her voice “Uh - Thank you for - uh watching over me.” Elunaraa glanced around at the surroundings, slowly realising that she was hopelessly lost in the marsh “Could you - ah maybe show me the way back to the Terokkar forest border? I can pay you! I have a small sum of money on me.” The Broken stared at her for a few moments before nodding “Girl come with me.” The Broken turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Elunaraa to quickly snatch up her pack and follow. It took Elunaraa a few moments to catch up to the Broken, his spear lending him aid with moving through the marshland. As she caught up, the Broken increased his pace, forcing Elunaraa to pay all of her attention to her footing if she wanted to keep up.They walked onwards, the Broken keeping ahead of Elunaraa by a couple of steps, forging forward with a pace that left japan Elunaraa thoroughly out of breath. Elunaraa grunted as without warning the Broken raised its arm to the side, causing her to walk into it. As Elunaraa realised that the Broken’s hand was resting over one her breasts, he seemed to realise it too, squeezing her chest hard for a moment before dropping his hand Her skirt was down on her hips and the chains around her waist and coming down from her tits were clearly displayed. Dinner, all of them together at the table, Kim and Ursula in their normal attire, panties and tee shirts, Ryan had changed, he wore gym shorts and a wife beater shirt, Tina was still in the dress she’d worn for their earlier outing. Perhaps he strokes my buttocks and fingers my bum before before he gives me a japanese few sharp spanks with his outstretched palm. It was still quite tight and didn’t go all the way down but it was a lot better than the previous anal time. His Aunt’s hand was on his knee. Or both, I bet it was both. She was glad for her girl, and knew that Wendy had learned about womanhood. “You know what.” He started, “I spilled some coffee on my japan seat earlier. In the morning I was feeling good and more energetic, I went to the kitchen and my mom taking on the phone. I BDSM can tell by the way you are hesitating, something is in there wanting to come out. I take another sip of the iced coffee. Do I still have feelings Hardcore for Tina, yeah, probably? With my extensive experience I knew just how far to take him without his cum shooting out. This morning I woke up next to him, looking at him while he was sleeping, thinking; Well I guess my friend was right.