The Gentle Dragon
Banari looks like a kid mixed and matched his body parts, but his shifts don’t hurt.
“Thanks, boys,” Truda says as we pull out of her and set her back on the ground. “Have fun, Banari?” she asks, running her fingers over his head as she passes him.
He turns, tackling her to the ground, mounting her, and thrusting into her. She turns, snarling at him, but he pins her to the floor by her neck, continuing to thrust harder and harder until he’s roaring his own release.
By the time he’s done, Truda is purring with pleasure at having had all three of ‘her’ men, as she calls us.
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