Opalina bursts into her guest room with a powerful fervor, and right away, I see that the ss we made was thoroughly cleaned, and the bed has been made once again. Lovely.
She strips herself of the purple coat, revealing the bare back of her tank top sweater to . Her perfectly defined shoulders and the curve of her spine that flows to the beginnings of her curvy hips are astonishing. She is wise to my staring and turns her head to catch
in the act. “Like what you see, Dear?” She teases.
“Naturally. I’m a little confused as to why we’re moving away from the whole ‘you being teaching the Duke’s daughter Necromancy’ thing, but...”
“Oh, shush.” Opalina laughs that velvety laugh of hers. “I’d tell you more, but I want to respect Abigail’s privacy. If she wants you to know more about her, then she’ll have to be the one to tell you.”
“Am I going to et her while we’re here?”
The old woman throws herself back down on the plush bed before teasing
even further, saying, “Are you that eager to recruit a Necromancer into your little Guild?”
“I’m not entirely sure why I’m so interested. I suppose you could call it morbid curiosity.”
The old woman rolls her eyes at my awful joke. “Hilarious.”
“Thank you. How did things go on your end?”
“Annoying, as ever.”
“I’m beginning to question why you co to Dawnstead so much. You’ve done nothing but whine about how much you hate everyone in this castle, whether it be Bertrand, the Duke, and even the Court Mage.”
“Darling, isn’t it obvious why I co here?” She tilts her head.
“I’m guessing Abigail?”
“Yes.” Opalina smiles the sa warm, motherly smile that I’ve seen upon her face countless tis. “That girl ans a lot to , and I hope you get a chance to et her... even if it’s not all that likely.”
“Why don’t you think I’ll get to et her?” I ask, sounding a bit sadder than I intended.
“Oh. Haven’t you noticed it yet?” Opalina tilts her head.
“Whatever you’re referring to, I can’t say I have. For the record, are there any other neglected children you’ve beco a surrogate mother toward, or is it just the two of us?”
This gets an embarrassed laugh out of the witch, whose cheeks grow red, and as always, she gives an evasive answer. “Now there’s a question. Who knows?”
“Of course,” I sigh. “Any word on when’s exactly the eting is going to be? We’ve done nothing but screw around since arriving.”
“Soon enough. Are you in that much of a hurry to leave my company, Dear?” Opalina makes a playful, disappointed expression and pouts with her lower lip. This makes her look adorable yet alluring at the sa ti.
“Perish the thought, I’d certainly enjoy screwing around to our heart’s content. Still not comfortable about being overheard by the most powerful man in the province, but...”
“You’ll get there.” She smirks a wicked, playful smile that warns
of teasing yet to co. “As far as the eting goes, we’ll be told when Osbourne plans to see us during supper, I’m sure. It’ll likely be tonight or soti tomorrow morning if I had to guess.”
“Soone sure likes to keep his guests waiting, doesn’t he?” I fold my arms and raise my eyebrow. I’m aware that I’m only a lowly Guild Master, but I thought Opalina vouching for
would have made our eting a priority. Apparently, Duke Gloomcrest has other plans.
Opalina laughs before sighing and sitting up on the bed, saying, “Yes, yes. That’s enough talking about business, Love. Now get over here and take your pants off.”
“Awful blunt of you,” I step towards the bed. My hands find my belt buck, but I linger there purposefully. Opalina watches with bated breath as I start to slowly unbuckle in a teasing fashion. “You really must have missed .”
“Not as much as you must have missed these,” She giggles warmly and runs her gloved hands over the outline of her enormous breasts. A bulge starts pushing against the fabric of my pants- much to Opalina’s enjoynt. “Poor baby.”
My gaze focuses entirely on her chest, my eagerness becoming more profound by the second. “Of course I’ve missed them. Your tits are stunning, and I’d be a happy man to have them in my life more often.”
“Just my tits?” She shies away impishly, holding an arm across her chest to obscure my view.
“And yourself, obviously,” I smirk, letting go of my unfastened belt. My pants drop to the floor and expose my tight underwear. The stretched fabric struggles to contain my burgeoning erection. Opalina licks her lips, her gaze becoming hungry.
“Well, if you love them so much, then why don’t you co over here and use them however you wish?”
“I didn’t get you off earlier. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“They’re sensitive, silly. I guarantee you’ll make
happy no matter what you do with them.” Opalina jiggles her tits to make a point, grinning lewdly. “Besides, you’ll have plenty of chances to make
feel good tonight. Let
spoil you, for now.” Her smile grows warr as she lays all the way back against the comfortable mattress and stretches out.
Taking the tips of her sweater’s hem in her fingers, Opalina slowly slides her top across her motherly belly and halfway up the swell of her bosom. Sadly, my view is blocked by the purple and white lacy bra she has hidden beneath her sweater, but this lingerie still entices
further into a deeper state of arousal. I crawl onto the bed, my knees sinking against the mattress that will serve as our love nest for two days.
“I can’t resist you when you show those off...” I tell the witch while hovering over her body. I remove my glasses and put them off to the side, far out away from the action. From there, I stare into the depths of her eyes.
“I know.” She says proudly. Opalina’s hand finds my crotch. With much less strength than she used earlier today, she grabs the sides of my cock and jerks
up and down through my underwear.
Our lips et. Our kiss is long, satisfying, and sweet. It’s made all the sweeter by the intense rub down Opalina gifts my loins. Every ti she strokes, my tongue pushes deeper into her mouth and summons a moan from the old woman’s throat. The heat rises between my legs. Rubbing isn’t enough, so I push down and grind my cock against Opalina’s groin.
My lover loves the feeling of my manhood pressing down hard on her very much, but I was promised tits and tits I shall have. I slink my hands around her back to undo her bra strap, barely hidden by her open-back sweater. Opalina bites her lip as the magical Bra of Holding flies apart, relieving her massive lons. She takes the initiative and wrestles the bra out from under her shirt. Once she’s done, I take the next step and strip Opalina of her sweater.
For the first ti in a long while, the radiant sight of her obscenely large breasts greets my hungry eyes. The ti apart has only made
thirst for them more than ever before. I bury my face between her tits, causing Opalina to softly go, “Mmmm...” before wrapping her arms around
to smother her heavy globes on both sides of .
The warmth of her gratuitous bosom fills
with such desire that my hips thrust down hard again, searching out for the soft mound hidden beneath the Doctor’s skirt. As my thrusting intensifies, my hands slide under Opalina’s, and I sit up to properly gaze at the full glory of her perfect, heavy tits with hardly any sag.
“You’re like a child playing with his favorite toy...” She bites her lip, her cheeks burning red as I start to run my hands along the sides of her tender mounds.
“You’re not wrong,” I smile teasingly and drop the tip of my tongue onto her flesh. Opalina moans when I drag the wet muscle across her breast until stopping once it ets the tasty skin of her big, round areolae. My tongue circles her. Once, twice, and then a third lick the other way around. The sensitive tit sends little jolts of pleasures through its owner’s body. Then, I make it worse by giving her entire nipple a playful peck, which coerces Opalina to writhe her body in delight.
Opalina runs her hand through my hair, grabbing
by the back of my skull. “Gods, you’re getting better all the ti...” She says with a pleasured growl. “Don’t stop.”
Rather than waste ti answering her, I grope Opalina’s weighty breast even rough to the point where my fingers sink profoundly into her rich, pillowy softness. Opening my mouth, I take this woman’s beautiful nipple in and give it a gentle suck. Not wanting to leave her wanting, my opposite palm begins to work her massage the enticing smoothness of her left breast.
“Fuck,” Opalina grunts. Her torso starts squirming even harder the more attention is lavished upon her motherly gifts. I want more, so I take it. Sucking her nipple hardens it in my oral embrace, turning it into a deliciously perky peak all the better for
to devour. Opalina’s teats taste faintly of sweets, and her skin carries the dazzling fragrance of flowers. Now that I’m so close to her body, I can genuinely appreciate the perfu spell she cast upon herself. As I massage one breast and nurse from the other, all I can think of is how much Opalina’s warm, welcoming scent highlights every one of this woman’s charms.
My lover’s voice rises to higher heights of pleasure while I continue to focus my affectionate mouth on her fat, jiggling tits. I give Opalina every form of teasing I can think of. Whether it be playfully rolling her erect nipple around between my teeth, sucking hard as I can while pulling away from her breast until her nipple pops out from my lips, or manhandling her bosoms together so I can take both teats and lavish them with my tongue at the sa ti.
Below, we dry hump away at each other. Above, I worship Opalina’s breasts like they were my Goddesses. When I grope her flesh even harder, open my mouth wide, and suck deeply from both tits, her climax bursts forth from her breasts. Opalina screams dozens of lewd obscenities loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear her as she wraps her arms and legs around . Trapped with nowhere else to go, I keep sucking those sensitive nips of hers everything I’ve got. Every suck seems to push her further into a bottomless abyss of sexual pleasure until finally, the witch starts to co down from her high.
Pulling away from her tits grants
the pleasure of seeing what a ss Opalina has beco just from a bit of attention. Sweaty and redfaced, the good Doctor stares at
with glassy, fog-filled eyes. “Good heavens, Dear... you’re becoming more of a man every ti we go at it, aren’t you?”
“I couldn’t say. Right now, I was only trying to satisfy my thirst... alas, nothing ca out.” I give Opalina a playful smile.
“Oh, you wanted milk? You should have said so, and I could’ve done sothing special for you.” She smirks, a smirk layered with sweet sultriness. “Too bad.”
“Damn it...” I feel cheated out of so magical milk play, but I put the thought aside and get up on my knees. My erection is now fully ford- gargantuan, even- and I need to take my pleasure from the willing woman. I slide off the constraining underwear, causing my cock to burst out with excited freedom.
“Mmmm...” Opalina once again licks her lips, teasingly placing her finger onto her chin as she cocks her head. “What are you going to do with that beastly thing, my love?”
Without exaggerating, I tell her, “I’m going to fuck your tits and cover your face in an avalanche of my cum.”
Opalina smiles warmly, spits on her own chest, then rolls her tits around so the spit spreads. I think she must have used so non-verbal magic because the spit expands until it covers almost her entire chest in a sloppy, lubed-up ss. “Co at , then...” She beckons.
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