My Secret Voyeur Thrill: Watching the Zaventuriers Fuck Wild on the Bloody Mound
Perched on the Bloody Mound’s roof, mithril pick twisting in the heavy trapdoor lock. Heart hammers. Below, voices tease—naughty dwarf grumbling about trust. Then laughter. Moans. My curiosity spikes. I crane over the edge, sheer green tunic clinging to my tiny halfling frame. Nipples poke hard against fabric. Pussy already twitches. Gardain’s voice booms: ‘Which […]