KalamaJust standing there in the middle of the entrance of the castle stood none other than Antone Grim.I have to think quickly, if we were found by him, I really don’t want to know what he will do to us. By the look on his face, he is not in a good mood. He had his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists, and his eyes were darting everywhere.I tried to see which direction he was going without being discovered, before I got back to the women. I looked again around the corner and to my horror, I saw him coming towards us.I turned swiftly and as soundlessly as I could and ran back to the women. I saw some other rooms in this hall. If we could hide and wait for Antone to go back from where he came, we might have a chance to escape.While I ran back I checked the doors, to see which ones were open, heart beating in my throat. The next-to-last door on the left before the staircase was not locked. “We have to hide in here quickly.” I told the women, not even bothering to see what was in

KalamaI let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. What the heck is going on? I stood up cautiously, looking everywhere, almost expecting Antone to materialize back.The tall woman with the emerald green eyes stood up and walked towards the massive wooden door. Reaching for her arm and miss. “Hey wait, we don’t know if he will come back, or if this castle is empty?” I said, my voice came out tight with nervousness, while I followed her to the door.She stopped and turned to look me straight in the eyes with those blazing emerald eyes of hers. They looked ancient. “Kalama, I don’t want to wait for him to come back.” I saw a shiver run over her entire body when she said that. “And we need to get my little sister somewhere safe, where she can recover from our ordeal. So can we please join my sisters outside?” She said with a bit of sharpness in her tone, while she kept my gaze.With no hesitation at all, I walked past her toward and through the enormous wooden door. I did not know w

Apocalypse I tried to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. They were heavy, my mouth dry like the waterless desert, and I couldn’t move my limbs.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute th

 Apocalypse Still moving and grinding on his dick, I enjoyed the ebbing feeling of my orgasm. Not waiting for it to completely die down, I moved my ass up and down on his thick manhood and picked up my pace.