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“Just answer one thing,” Eldon said, taking half a step back to give her some space, while at the same time pulling his shirt off. He waited for her nod before asking his question. “Why are you willing to go so far for us? You don’t owe us anything. As far as Hardcore I know, you’ve never even met Areth. Why would you give up something that is obviously precious to you, for a faerie you have no connection with?” Megan’s lips twitched as she tried to form an answer. Eldon didn’t know if it was Mandy’s ability affecting her, keeping her from speaking something that wasn’t true, or if she didn’t know the answer, and so couldn’t speak at all. Eldon waited, trying to give her the time he felt she needed. “What does it matter?” She spoke, her voice scathing. “I thought you and your family were supposed to be some sort of sex crazed people. Do you not want to fuck me? I know I’m not your sister, but I can promise that I’m pretty tight. I might not have the experience of your vampire loving, werewolf girlfriend, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get this over with. Or is it that I don’t have enough hands, like Mandy? What’s wrong with me, that you won’t get naked and take my virginity? What does it matter, why I’m doing this?” Eldon felt each one of her words strike his core. He refused to look at his sister, or girlfriends, though he heard each of them snap some retort at Megan’s words. Even Shlee came out of her slump to snarl something that Eldon mentally blocked out. “Or maybe you’re weaker than I thought?” Megan pressed when he didn’t answer her. “I thought you might be strong enough to handle a woman like me, but now I can see that you’re a scared little man. You can’t do what it takes. I told you when I met up with you that I was looking for a man that could handle me. I see now that you’re not that man.” Something shifted in Eldon. He couldn’t put his finger on what, but his emotional pain at her words evaporated. With a glance at Mandy, he thought he understood, maybe not everything about indian what Megan was going through, but enough. He started to chuckle. Megan stared at him, her face turning red with rage as his chuckle became a laugh. She started to splutter something, but closed her mouth as he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. His ever-hard and coiled cock sprang free. She stared at it with a touch of fear in her eyes. “I believe the true question here, isn’t whether I can handle you, or if I’m man enough, Megan,” Eldon said, easily making his voice sound confident, without being too cocky, “but whether that skinny body of yours can handle me.” By the spark that flared in her eyes at his challenge, he knew his hunch was right. Megan was a strong woman. She wouldn’t be someone that would roll over and let him have his way with her. She had to be conquered. “Do you think I want that sister-fucker touching me?” She tried to sneer, but her voice was uneven. Inside he flinched at her comment. He really wished she’d quit bringing that up. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a Hardcore private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. She hadn’t even had a chance to dry her hair yet. She was so happy, she almost had tears in her eyes and her cheerfulness was infectious. I was sucking much harder now when she began to cum again.I could swear the whole camp ground could her cry out before she collapsed , laying limp on the bed. The harder he went, the length of strokes, the indian whole nine. My soft, pretty lips, pressed right onto her wrinkled little pooper? I can feel Bullet's cock rubbing against mine! Dianna looked at Andrea and wondered which had de-evolved more, the Skanks (as they had called them since the beginning) or them. That got her thinking. She dealt with that 'delicate situation' very well. The redheads legs are pulled up and spread out, her twat is leaking juices all over my bed. “I’m going to come.” Her breathing was coming out in shallow gasps as Maykop's tongue continued to play across her pussy.