Go
deep throat
a cactus
Eh. “Mmmm… Unimpressed, mostly,” she says with a shrug, because you know, the last person she’d fucked was a beautiful woman with a beautifully sized dick and I mean, how can you even begin to compare the experience of riding that cock and seeing those tits and that face with the cheeky guy in front of her. There is no comparison.
It’s too bad Frey is an Old God. They’d probably love Amun.
“Pretty isn’t my thing with men.”
She does a quick think about their small community and while she personally can’t imagine any of them going for Amun, she’s been wrong before. Lucas might (nevermind that he’ll die the first time the two of them meet). Rex and Bastien aren’t looking past each other. Sam is… Sam. Archebold is a ghost. Renaud? Who knows. Clem doesn’t exist yet. So. His options are looking pretty thin. “It might actually be a special occasion by the time you find an opportunity. We’re a small community.”
Emphasis on small. They all keep fucking dying.
It’s too bad Frey is an Old God. They’d probably love Amun.
“Pretty isn’t my thing with men.”
She does a quick think about their small community and while she personally can’t imagine any of them going for Amun, she’s been wrong before. Lucas might (
Emphasis on small. They all keep fucking dying.
